"Beautiful....And I really want to create a mess....A beautiful mess." His lips brushed against her ear with each word, sending a shiver down her spine.
His words caught her off guard, causing her to burst into laughter. 'You want what?' she managed...
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AUTHOR'S POV~
"Okay. I'm looking good."She stood before the mirror, her reflection bathed in soft, golden light. The crimson lipstick accentuated her lips, adding a touch of allure. Her heels elongated her legs, making her feel powerful and confident.
The gown, designed by Yves Saint Laurent, is a timeless piece. Its backless silhouette exudes confidence and sensuality. The black hue adds an air of mystery, while the elegant draping flatters her figure.
Her YSL heels elevate her stature, elongating her legs.Simplicity reigns in her choice of accessories. A delicate Cartier necklace graces her neck, and perhaps a pair of understated Cartier earrings completes the look.The brand's signature elegance whispers sophistication.
"let's go, I'm getting late." She rushed outside.
In her way she something magnified her attention. It was a flowershp."I should Buy sammy's fav flowers. Aleast this much I can do to make her mood." She looked every where and found samarah's fave flowers.
In her path, the quaint little flower shop beckoned to her. Its wooden sign swung gently in the breeze, revealing the name: "Petals & Blooms.".
Inside, the air was thick with floral fragrances-a symphony of roses in various hues: crimson, blush, and ivory. She wandered, her eyes scanning each petal, seeking the perfect match for Samarah's taste.
And there it was: a bouquet of velvety red roses, their petals soft as whispered secrets. Samarah had always admired their timeless elegance-the way they symbolized love, passion, and devotion. These roses seemed to whisper, "Speak your heart, just as we do."
She approached the counter, where an elderly florist with twinkling eyes greeted her. "Ah, roses," the florist said, her voice like a gentle breeze. "A classic choice-one that transcends time."
As she paid for the bouquet, she imagined Samarah's smile-the way her eyes crinkled at the corners, the warmth that radiated from her. Perhaps these roses would convey what words sometimes couldn't: "You matter. Your happiness matters."
With the roses cradled in her arms, she stepped back onto the bustling street. Isabella's car awaited her, its headlights casting a soft glow. As Isabella drove toward Park's Mansion, the moon peeked through the clouds, illuminating the petals beside her.
OUTSIDE THE PARK'S MANSION~
The sleek black Audi V8, with four SUVs leading and another four following, was a sight to behold. The vehicles lined up in perfect symmetry, their polished surfaces gleaming under the park's ambient lighting. He wore an elegant mask that complemented his attire perfectly.
Reporters were swarming outside the mansion, eager for a glimpse of the guests, but they weren't allowed to enter. As the car came to a stop, everyone began to make their way inside, their identities concealed behind masks. The guests were a mix of mafias and businessmen.
