Twisted Arrangement

I'M SORRY

It’s been a day since my conversation with my father and Dante.

Today, my mother and I are going to the dress tailor. We were going to pick the design
of my gown for the ball.
I was in my room, getting ready to go. I was just finishing styling my hair and ready to go.

While I was styling my long silky brown hair, I heard a knock on my door.
I opened the door to see who it was. It was my mother.

I stepped aside and gestured for her to come in. “Are you ready, Tesoro?” my mother, Chiara asked
in a soft and gentle tone, yet her Italian accent was still there.

I nodded, “Yes, mamá, I’m done getting ready,” I smiled softly. I was very excited to
pick the design for my gown, but I was also very anxious about the ball.

“Do you have ideas about what kind of gown you want?” I thought for a few moments before answering
my mother’s questions. “Hmm, I think I would love a gown that doesn’t have that many designs, yet is elegant,” I paused before speaking again, “Like probably a dark blue gown, with a hint of whiteness would be fabulous, don’t you think?”

My mother nodded in agreement. “Oh, you have such a beautiful fashion taste, Tesoro,” she smiled softly.
“I’m sure the tailor will be able to make a gown that’s like that.”
I couldn’t help but grin excitedly. “Oh, my, I’m so excited!” I squealed softly.

Chiara chuckled softly at my excited demeanor. “Come on, we have to go now.”
I nodded excitedly and followed her to the limousine.

We left the inside of The Valenti Manor and went inside the limousine.
The driver opened the door and let us inside. My mother and I went inside.

The car ride was quiet as if no one was even there.
I was looking out the window throughout the entire time.

We finally arrived after a few minutes, which felt like an eternity. The driver got out of the driver’s seat
and opened the door for me and my mother.
He held out his hand, silently telling the both of us to take his hand, as we got out of the limousine.

My mother was the first one to get out. As she got out of the limousine, I went out after her.
We went inside the tailor’s place. It was a big, shiny place. There were a lot of gowns and things that
were used for making the gowns.

The tailor, Madame Victoria, saw the both of us and went to us with a soft yet respectful smile.

“Ah, Mrs. and Ms. Valenti,” she smiled softly “You’re finally here.”
My mother nodded softly, her demeanor firm and serious. She’s always sweet and soft to me
and my older brothers.

Everyone feared her, as much as they feared my father.

“Where are all your gowns?” Madame Victoria flinched slightly at her firmness.
“Uh- all the gowns are right over there, Mrs. Valenti…” she pointed to the gowns
at the corner.

I looked at the gowns, studying every part and features of them.
One gown caught my eye, it was beautiful—the moment I laid my eyes on it, I knew that it was
the one I wanted.

It was a long, royal blue gown with a hint of whiteness. The shine and features were definitely what I wanted; It was exactly what I explained to my mother earlier.