Azalea Faye Larau - The sweetheart socialite with a fire underneath and an up and coming ballet dancer in London striving to stay afloat in an ocean of sharks, all the while dealing with heartbreak and loss.
Harlan Emeric Marchetti - The Italian Maf...
"Never a night alone, anywhere you wanna go, woke up in the morning wearing someone else's clothes."
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- A Z A L E A - F A Y E - L A R A U -
"Jameson Larau, have you finally gone mad?" I spoke into the phone with one hand on my forehead and my eyes wide.
"Lea, flower, you have to understand this is the only way that we can get answers." He explained but I shook my head and collapsed onto the couch.
"Jamie, I'm getting married in two weeks, I cannot have another problem in my life right now." I spoke in a strangely even voice, proud of myself for not breaking.
"Azalea, something is wrong and it concerns you. I want to make sure you're safe and the only way we can do that is go to France and get the answers we need." He told me when I blew out a long, frustrated breath.
"Can't we do this after the wedding?"
"No, it has be done as soon as possible. There's something off with your fiancé, and don't you dare deny it!" He reasoned when I scoffed.
"Are you serious right now?" I exclaimed, "Harlan is never going to let me go anywhere alone!"
"We'll find a way. Sneak out, plan a party or—" He paused suddenly when I checked if he was still on the line and he was, "That's it! We plan a bachelorette trip for you and the girls, a getaway to France before the big day."
"Are you mad?!" I held my head in my hands and got up to to pace around the living room.
"Lea, please, this is important." He pleaded when I sighed, chewing on my lip, "You know your father is alive too. He might be connected to all this as well."
My steps faltered and I felt myself tense.
"I know, but... What does he have to do with all this?" I asked, my breath trembling.
"I know you're scared, Azalea, but we have to do this. For our own sake." He reasoned as I dropped back on the couch and took a shaky breath in.
"Fine, I'll— I'll plan something with the girls."
"No, I'll do all the planning and make the arrangements as well. You just focus on yourself and convincing your fiancé to let you go." He said as I bit my lip.
"Okay, I'll do something." I whispered quietly.
"Great, je t'aime, fleur." (Love you, flower.) He said when I sighed heavily.
"Je t'aime." (Love you) I mumbled before hanging up and thinking about how I would convince Harlan to let me go to France with the girls. He obviously wouldn't like the idea and would be against it, but like Jamie said, this had to be done somehow.
