His little Butterfly

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I had mearly stepped off the private jet an hour ago and was already being lectured by my dad to get ready for dinner. The dinner was one I had been dreading for a long time, since my childhood best friend, now enemy Dante La Rosa, was going to be there aswell. I knew this dinner was important to my dad, so right there, and then in the very spot where I stood I had put my feelings aside and push through. This dinner was one many generations before me had endured aswell, it symbolised peace between the Rocco's and La Rosa's, as we had been at war with each other for years. The very first dinner had taken place in 1924, and this one was marking the 25th. In a way, I was curious to see how Dante had grown up and what he looked like, in a way I missed looking into those chestnut brown eyes that i once foumg peace and comfort in. AVERY!! my dad called again, snapping me out of the haze. I took one last look at myself in my mirror knowing I looked good in the dress he had a designer make for me, but out of all the fancy dresses I had ever worn this one with a sleek blue drape right above my ankle, an open sholder and built-in corset which outlined my body to perfection must be my favourite.