It's that day. A day of celebration.
"Miss Altimari, do you want to add something or should I finish?" The girl doing my makeup asked.
"Everything is fine, and this is more than enough. Thank you." I answered her and waited for her to finish her work.
I decided to wear a beautiful tight burgundy dress that is all the way to the floor and behind it there is material that drags on the floor. The shoulders are bare. I decided on medium high heels and a small black purse that I will have to hold in my hands, but that is enough for my mobile phone and documents, just in case.
The girls who did my hair and makeup picked up their things and left and I took one more look at my mirror before leaving the room.
I looked at the clock and I can say that I am excellent with time.
"You're late." Said Damien, not looking at me but at his cell phone at the bottom of the stairs.
"But I'm not very late, just a few minutes. You could have guessed that I would be late." He turned his head and for a moment I caught his look, which was more than surprising, but of course he quickly hid it.
"It's not a few minutes, it's twenty-three minutes, but well, at least I have a good excuse for why we're late if someone asks me." I was expecting an attack, but it seems that he also does not care that we are late. Let's be there as soon as possible.
How long do we need to get to the place where the celebration is?
We left the house and I looked shocked at the limousine in front of me.
"Limousine?" I asked him seriously and without joking.
"Why are you surprised, as if you've never driven in one." He said in a rough tone.
I didn't expect anything different from him, or maybe deep down I did.
"Irrelevant. Let's get this day over with." Idiot.
The drive to the place where the celebration was held passed in silence, only music was heard from the radio that the driver was listening to, which surprised me that it wasn't someone like Damien who allowed him to do that, because I personally don't mind letting a man enjoy and listen to music if he likes.
The limousine stopped in front of a huge hall that I had never been in before, and it was a forty-five minute drive from our mansion.
We are only one hour late and something small.
"Give me your hand." Damien said, and he didn't hold her gently.
"Honestly, I would rather take the shit in my hands than give you my hand, but when you are already so aggressive, it's yours, so keep it, because I don't intend to pretend in front of others." I only felt pain on all five fingers.
I was just waiting to see how he would break them, how tightly he squeezed my hand.
"It would be good if you would watch what you say, I have no patience with a long tongue. Calm down. I'm talking to you for your own good." What did I do wrong to have to suffer this?
I didn't deserve this.
I hope that no one experiences something like this in their life.
We entered the hall where there were so many people that I just wanted to turn around and go back to the limo. I would rather sit with the driver and listen to music than be here.
"We start by meeting people who are very important because they are my business partners." His business partners.
What nonsense he is talking about.
