𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐌𝐞

45|| Hairstyle

Dante // February 27
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I'd woken up with a headage that was both the result of the events of last night and the eight shots of vodka I'd taken.

Celeste is currently safely sleeping in her room. Amani told me this morning she'd walked there all by herself after she snapped out of her ptsd attack.

I may have files and files of information about her past and upbringing, but I still don't know what happened between her and Tobias, yet I have a strong gut feeling that tells me he is the reason for her scars – both her mental ones and the lines on her back.

The countless possibilities of what could've happened between them have taken over my mind since last night.

Was he a brother figure who let her down? A backstabbing friend? An abusive ex-boyfriend?

That last one makes my trigger finger itch more than the others, and I'm awake enough to realize that that's not a good sign.

I open the security camera footage on my computer, prepared to take my mind off of things – Celeste – with doing some work.

Only it would've been more effective if the work didn't consist out of watching camera footage in the hope to catch a glimpse of whoever had been sneaking into Celeste's bedroom.

The thought still makes my blood run cold.

Someone had been breaking into my house undetected. They'd been in her room. The place where she sleeps, showers and changes her clothes. All vulnerable and unprepared.

I shake my head and take a sip of my black coffee as I start going through the footage.

I'm prepared to see multiple minutes, maybe even hours, deleted or set on a loop considering that none of my security had notified me about something suspicious. But all the footage is still right here, unedited and right how it should be.

This should be good news, yet it only alerts me further. It's impossible to get into the mansion without getting yourself caught by one of the camaras.

I click on the footage showing the hallway where Celeste's bedroom is located and rewind everything from three weeks to now, only to find out that no one suspicious entered her room through the door.

Only Piero, the cleaning maid I'd known from before Adriana was born and Celeste ever entered. And neither did I find anyone entering through the window from the outside cameras.

None of it makes sense and I'm about to call my hacker to ensure that there really hadn't been messed with the footage when I notice something that had no business being so obvious to me.

The footage from around a week back is shown on my computer screen and I'm watching as Celeste enters her bedroom. She's wearing the yoga pants she'd been living in the first few days of her period and an oversized sweater.

An outfit that was hers, a face that was hers and a body that was hers.

Only Celeste would never wear her hair in a low bun.

I don't know her reasoning behind it, but she just never does it and now that I'm seeing the hairstyle on someone who's supposed to be her, it doesn't seem right.

It seems so wrong even, that a suspicion that had already settled in my brain the day I went through Celeste's files grows so much that I can't help but reach for my phone.

"Yeah?" Maxim, who's been working for me ever since the little shit thought it'd be a good idea to steal from the Italian-American mafia, answers.

"I need you to get all the information you can find on Celia Monet in my mailbox by tomorrow."

He's silent for a moment and it sounds like he's getting out of bed when he answers, "Ah, shit, is this about that girlfriend of yours? You want the set, Alessi?"

"Shut the fuck up and do your job."

I hang up on him, knowing he'd do nothing for my headage to get better and go back to analyzing the security footage.

And the more I look at it, the more I am convinced.

Celia Monet is alive and trying to get her little sister away from me.

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