Chanel is a cold and reserved woman. Climbing your way up, alone into this world of rich and fake people isn't great, but sometimes it's the only way to survive when you're on your own. And doing that at 15 years old may sound easy but after you gro...
A few weeks have passed since Alessia had found out about the messages that i've been getting and Luca started getting better. For the first time i felt powerless in front of her. After all i knew she would tell if i wasn't going to. Which i found pretty normal though since the message referred not only to me, but to Di Angelo family too.
I entered Luca's room since he called me. He was able to stand and walk perfectly fine which was good.
"You called?"
"Tomorrow we'll fly to Paris."
"What? Why?" I asked clearly surprised by his statement.
"You forgot. The stupid masked ball takes place and i can't afford not to show up." He said and i hold the urge to roll my eyes.
"And what am i supposed to wear?"
"Giovanni will take you." He said but who was i to listen?
"I'm not in the mood" i said and he looked at me with that look that he called intimidating.
"Your look won't make me agree."he rolled his eyes and said.
"You'll go either way. Now stop being such a brat and just go." He said and i sighed going out of the room. Bastard.
After a few hours I had managed to find a splendid outfit and mask to fit with it. Shocking. I entered the car when i got a message from Luca.
"We'll leave tomorrow morning. The ball with take place at 19:00."
It simply said and i rolled my eyes and looked out of the window. We finally got there and Giovanni helped me with my dress. While i was talking towards my room to hang the dress Alessia appeared in front of me.
"What?" I asked annoyed.
"Have you told Luca? About what is happening." She asked and i looked at her blankly.
"Of course." I cleared my throat after and continued walking.
"Then it'll be okay to ask him." Alessia said and i turned to face her.
"You know, your childish face doesn't match your actual brain. Which is very surprising. But you need to know your limits." I said and she looked at me annoyed.
" And you know them? Cause if you did, then you would've realised that keeping everything from everyone and hiding from your problems that include us is over the fucking limits. It's imature. And you can't ignore them forever. At some point they'll attack, and you'll still be alone. Just think over your anger and stubbornness and do the right thing. And maybe then you can say you know your limits." She said and pushed past me. I didn't look back but still i felt the anger rise within me. I was angry that she was right. Too fucking right. I sighed and continued my way to the room.
Luca and I left in the morning for Paris and took our sits in his private jet. I looked out of the window, still remembering Alessia's words from yesterday. I was in fact running away from my problems. Well since i ran and hid my whole life, i guess i feel the need to the same in this context. I looked at Luca who was already staring at me. I cleared my throat and started talking.
"Thank you for saving me. On the boat and in that night. I'm grateful." I said trying to make a conversation. He scoffed.
"You should be!"he said and I rolled my eyes.
"So modest."i said and he surprisingly chuckled. I continued to look out of the window.
Once we got to Paris, we went to a penthouse. But my eyes widened. My old house. Where me and my family spent most of our life until the accident. I told Luca that i'll go out for a bit and relax before the ball. I couldn't stay more in that house. I felt like it was haunted by my parents. I guess Luca saw my suddenly cold nature but i couldn't help it. This is the place where i used to be happy before all of it happened and destroyed me mentally. Cause physically, i need it to look strong and beautiful to survive the business world. And now, i guess the underground one too. I told Luca that I'll be back, and that i need to go somewhere. He wanted to send a guard with me, but i refused and went out.
I went to the Pere Lachaise cemetery and sat down and stared at my parents grave. I took a deep breath. I haven't been here in five years. I couldn't bring myself to do that. I was afraid. And i still am.
And i just stayed there. Quietly. Not moving, nor talking. Just watching and zoning out trying to find the motivation to continue to live. And to go on with my life
I need it to head back, so I could prepare for that stupid ball. I got to the penthouse and started arranging myself.
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The dress
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The mask
Once i was ready i went downstairs. Luca was sitting on the couch with the phone in his hand and the mask in his other hand.
"I'm ready!" I said and he got up and turned to face. He stared at me for a few seconds. "What? Does it look bad? "I said looking in the mirror with a questioning look on my face.
"Sei bellissima" (You're beautiful)he said and i smiled a bit.
"Sapevi che!"(I knew that!) i said and he chuckled.
"Let's get going." He said and i nodded. Here goes nothing.
Author's note:
It's a pretty short chapter but hope you like it.
We all love masked balls, until we see who's actually hiding behind the mask.
