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NICOLE INFORMED ME that the event Dante had so nicely asked me to attend with him was a charity event organized by their family annually.
I was impressed by how much he donated. I wasn't expecting Dante to even think about the needy let alone organize a charity event.
Maybe I should be disgusted at how it was dirty money but atleast it was helping the poor. Dirty money or not it was bringing a smile to many, and thats all that matters.
Nicole brings out the dress Giovanni dropped by yesterday and I'm left speechless by its beauty.
Just by looking at it I know it must've cost a lot. The red silk floor length gown was absolutely stunning. It demanded attention with it's elegance.
It was perfect.
Whoever picked it out must've guessed by style because it screamed Zoya.
Paired with the diamond necklace and Louis Vuitton heels. The combination was lethal.
Nicole orders me to sit on the stool Infront of the vanity table so she can get started on the hair and makeup. Muttering on and on about how we were already running behind on time.
After 2 hours of scolding me to sit still, Nicole was finally done with my hair and makeup.
She was basically jumping up and down from excitement while turning around my stool so I can look at myself in the mirror.
My breath catches. "Nicole I look like...", I try not able to speak properly.
Nicole smiles, satisfied with her work. "Doom ?, but in a good way ?", she offers.
I laugh, "Yeah."
"Good because that is exactly what I was going for.", her eyes light up with mischief and I narrow mine at her.
"What's going on in that head of yours ?"
"Nothing. Go out on the dress and the rest of the stuff. I need to go get ready, Dante will kill me if I'm not ready on time.", with that she rushes out of the bedroom.
Shaking my head at her, I turn to look at myself once again.
Yeah. Nicole definitely knows what she's doing. ______________________________________________
15 minutes later, my bedroom door opens to reveal Giovanni entering all dressed up.
Guess this piece of shit is going too.
"Mrs. De Luca if you're ready the capo is waiting for you downstairs."
Not bothering to reply back. I grab my clutch from the bed before walking out of the room, Giovanni and two other guards following behind me at a respectable distance.
Dante's head snaps up at the sound of my heels clicking against the floor and for moment it was just us.
