Water vs Blood

The Meeting

Daphne had never had so much trouble deciding whether to piss a man off and wear her most ugliest, baggiest clothes ever or actually wear the nice sundress her mother bought her weeks before. She same one she asked her to wear to the barbecue a few days ago.

The final outfit ended with a straight leg jean, a 'fast n furious' baggy t-shirt and a pair of sneakers. Her hair was put into a messy bun.

She wanted to see Aurelio irritated at her lack of respect and the disobedience.
His wife showing up to a meeting in the most informal clothes ever, how scandalous.
The ugly truth was that this was Daphne's only way of feeling like she had some sort of control in her life at the moment.

So she bends backwards trying to get people to see that she wasn't giving over the fight easily. One would assume she was constantly overruled as a child... but I guess one wouldn't know how deep that truth really goes.

She gave herself a smile as she grabbed her lipgloss, a few other things she might need and plopped it into a back pack for a 'just in case'.

"Mrs. Jackson? Mr. Romano is waiting downstairs." Chiara's voice called through her door.
"Be down in a minute." Daphne yelled back. Her stomach flared up with nervous.

Honestly, Daphne as terrified of this meeting and what it entailed.

When she walked down the steps and saw Aurelio leaning back, sitting on the leather couch, her steps haltered for a moment. She was partially willingly going to get in the car with a gang member who threatened to kill her baby niece.

He was in another one of his Armani suits. This was indeed some sort of formal meeting.

When his eyes landed on her, he offered a sarcastic grin and came up to her. "Ready, cara?"

"Yes." She said and waited for him to make a comment about her look, like  "no you're not going like that" or "are you sure you're ready?", but he said nothing of the sort as he guided her to the garage. She noticed a new Dodge Challenger in the garage, it must've been the car he left for his business trip in. She also noted that the Bugatti was missing.

He unlocked the matt black Mercedes Maybach and put a duffle bag into the boot. She opened the passenger door and got into the passenger seat. She eyed him suspiciously as he closed the boot and walked around the car to the driver's side.

Why wasn't he reacting to her outfit? Why wasn't he annoyed at her for wearing jeans while he was in an expensive suit? And some part of her wanted to know what was in that duffle bag?

He slid into the drivers seat, pulling out of the garage in a swift motion, through the gates and onto the driveway.

He put on his dark sunglasses and adjusted the rear view mirror. She stared up at him and narrowed her eyes as his lack of care. She could see the outlines of his tattoos through the white shirt. He looked over at her and frowned right back at her, as if asking, "what did I do?"

"Oh come on!" Daphne exclaimed, folding her arms over her chest like a child.

"What?" Aurelio asked looking genuinely confused, putting on his blinker to take a turn.

"You're not going to say anything about the outfit or how I am underdressed?" She gestured toward herself.

"You want me to tell you you look pretty?" He asked her, frowning down at her. He didn't seem to understand this woman at all.

"No!" She yelled out and huffed in frustration. Luckily, she did think about this beforehand and prepared well.

So she violently took off her shirt and sneakers, chucking the shoes into the backseat, on purpose, showing the royal blue sundress she had put on underneath. This was her plan B. After taking off her pants making sure to straighten the dress without him seeing any thigh or anything, she dug in her backpack and took out the only pair of high heels she owned. "I hate you so much." She mumbled to him as she took out her bun and let her dark hair fall loosely over her shoulders.