Her Perfect Half

Chapter nineteen

'Hi Miss, um, Aria. I'm ready, so if we can go to the kitchen, that would be great.' I smile at her, but she looks mortified at me. Like, I just killed her family.

Well, now that I think about it. I have killed someone from the Diaz family, Maximo, and Diego's uncle. I don't know if they were siblings, but since she married Maximo's father, they were somehow family at some point.

'Dear, you sure you want to wear that?' I nod, confused at her question. 'Well, a wife like you shouldn't be wearing that. Go and put something more appropriate.' She said softly.

But I don't know how to reply. Like, should I put on a ball gown? 'Aria, I don't know what to put on.' She smiled and took my hand. She leads me to a closet. Full of male clothing.

'In the back, you can find the female clothes. This room is your shared closet with Diego.' I wanted to scream. Does that mean I'll share a room with him, too? I don't want that.

'Does that mean I have to share a room with him?' My voice is shaking. That is the first time I've been so scared. Ever since I killed Maximo's uncle, I barely feel afraid.

This news, though. It made my hair rise. The woman beside me chuckled deeply. It was scary. I'm aware of the fact that she can't do anything to me, but she is creepy. Fuck, Kiarra, get it together. Get. Yourself. In. Order.

'Of course, dear. After all, you're husband and wife.' I gaged. 'Does that mean we have to share a bed, too?' What kind of dump question is that? I guess I really don't know what to ask anymore.

Aria nodded. Fuck me. No, wait, actually, don't fuck me. Diego will fucking rape me. I can't sleep in the same bed as him. No. 'Okay, go ahead and pick something you like.' She smiled at me.

Lord, save me. I looked around and found some cute sweatpants, but it's so hot in here I'd die of heatstroke. I found the cutest skirt. I looked up, trying to find Aria, but she was gone.

I quickly put the skirt above my shorts and found a tank top to change into. I wasn't going to be walking around this house without some type of protection underneath my skirt.

I looked in the mirror. My low ponytail didn't look so great. I decided to leave my hair alone for now. When I got out of the massive walk-in closet, Aria was still waiting for me, yet again.

'That's better. Now, let's go and make dinner. Hmh?' I follow her. It's not like I have a say in any of this. Now that I think about it. I never had a choice in almost anything.

People have been telling me what to do every day of my life. 'Go there.' 'Do this.' 'Do that.' 'Don't touch this.' 'Stop doing that.' I'm tired of it.