Y/N's POV
Then it dawned on me: I needed to go see my mom before my pregnancy showed. Then I'd be able to get away with not visiting if I sold her some story about work taking up too much of my time. My master plan had only one fault—the child would be born sooner or later, and that wouldn't be so easy to explain to my parents.
"Goddamn it, what a shitshow," I groaned, getting up. As long as my figure was still perfect, I decided to take as much advantage as possible of the contents of my closet. For my first day with Stela, I picked the boots I had gotten from Jimin. They'd go great with white shorts and a flowy gray shirt with long, rolled-up sleeves. I applied some delicate makeup and brushed my hair, putting my perfect bob in order. It was past ten when I was finished. I moved my things to an off-white Prada handbag and put on gold aviators. Before leaving the apartment, I stopped to look at myself in the mirror, unable to keep myself from letting out a gasp. My outfit had cost as much as my first car! Not counting the ridiculously expensive watch. Including that, the total price would probably reach that of a whole apartment. I felt attractive and very, very chic. But was this still me?
I hadn't thought Taehyung would be so concerned with my condition. When I joined him for breakfast, he fed me, practically against my will, just like my mom used to do.
"Taehyung, for fuck's sake, I'm not starving, you know," I groaned, irritated when he put another portion of eggs on my plate. "I don't want to eat any more. I'll only get nauseous again. Let's go already. I don't want to be late."
Taehyung gave me a disappointed look. "Maybe at least take an apple for the road?"
"Jesus! Take it yourself! And quit overfeeding me, you psycho!"
The road to Catania passed weirdly quickly. Or maybe it just felt like it. I had a lot to think about. I picked a car with a driver this time so Jimin wouldn't have to worry.
We parked by the airport terminal. I was glad I could spend some time with Stela alone—Taehyung had sensed I needed it and stayed at the mansion. When I saw my friend emerge from the building, I didn't wait for the driver to open the door for me, instead running straight at her.
"Are those the Givenchy boots I can't afford?" Stela asked as soon as I fell into her arms, hugging her tightly. "Holding me like that won't get you anywhere. I'll still steal them!"
"Hi! It's so good to see you," I said.
"Well, your voice when you called me was so terrible, I knew I had no other option."
The driver took her bags and opened the door for us.
"Oooh, this is serious," Stela said, getting inside. "We get a private driver? I'm curious about the rest."
"Bodyguards, servants, and constant surveillance," I replied, shrugging. "Transmitters, wiretaps, and gangsters wherever you look. Welcome to Sicily." I spread my arms wide, smiling sardonically.
Stela frowned, giving me a quizzical look. "What's happening? I haven't heard you like that in a while."
"I wanted to sell you some lie, but that wouldn't work. Not with you. I'm getting married on Saturday and I want you to be my maid of honor."
Stela froze, staring at me in shock, her mouth agape.
"Are you out of your fucking mind?" she screamed. "I can understand falling for that gangster guy and wanting to take a shot at being with him, especially since he's offering you a life straight out of a fairy tale, has a knee-length dick, and looks like a god... But marrying him? After, like, two months? I am supposed to be the one who believes in divorce, not you! You always wanted it to be romantic, till death do us part, house, kids, and all that stuff. What's happening to you? He made you do it, right? I'll fucking rip him apart! He can't keep making you do things. You left the country, he turned you into some kind of doll straight out of Vogue, and now this!" she yelled, barely breathing at all.
