--- Bella's POV ---
As Marco disappears into the bathroom, leaving me standing on the edge of the bed, I listen to the sound of running water and imagine him preparing a bath for us. Moments later, he emerges, his presence commanding yet gentle as he approaches me with purpose.
With careful hands, he lifts me off the bed as though I'm the most precious thing in the world, cradling me against his chest as he carries me into the bathroom. The warmth of his touch and the tenderness in his actions fill me with a sense of security and belonging.
As he lowers me into the bath, I feel the soothing water enveloping my body, washing away the tension and worries of the day. Marco joins me, his presence a comforting anchor as he settles in behind me, pulling me close to him.
In his embrace, I find solace and protection, the weight of his arms a reassuring reminder that I am safe and loved. As we soak in the warm water together, I allow myself to relax completely, knowing that with Marco by my side, I am home.
As Marco's voice breaks the tranquil silence, my curiosity piques at the mention of an upcoming event. I turn in his arms, meeting his gaze with a mixture of anticipation and intrigue, silently searching for clues in his eyes.
"Do you... want me to come?" I ask tentatively, my heart fluttering with excitement at the prospect.
A smile graces his lips as he nods in response to my question, and his words fill me with a warmth that spreads through my entire being. "Yes, I'd love for you to be my plus one," he says, his voice gentle yet filled with genuine enthusiasm.
A rush of happiness washes over me, and without hesitation, I eagerly accept his invitation. "Yes, Marco, I'd be honored," I reply, unable to contain the smile that forms on my lips.
His smile widens at my enthusiastic agreement, and he continues, "I'll arrange for a fitter to come and help you find the perfect dress. And we'll make sure your hair and makeup are just right for the occasion."
Gratitude swells within me at his thoughtfulness, and I feel a surge of affection for him as I lean in, pressing a soft and tender kiss to his lips. It's a silent expression of thanks and adoration, a gesture that speaks volumes without the need for words.
As we finish our bath, I feel a surge of excitement coursing through me at the thought of getting ready for the event with Marco by my side.
I slip into one of Marco's t-shirts again, the fabric comforting and familiar against my skin. I make a mental note to talk to him about having some of my own clothes here, but for now, I focus on the anticipation of the evening ahead.
As Marco leaves the room to make arrangements, I watch him go, feeling a sense of gratitude for his thoughtfulness in preparing for the event. He's always been attentive to my needs, and I find myself appreciating him more with each passing moment.
About an hour later, Marco returns, accompanied by a string of people who I presume are the fitter and hair and makeup artists. Their presence adds to the excitement of the occasion, and I can't help but feel a flutter of nerves mixed with anticipation as I prepare to be pampered and transformed for the evening ahead.
As Marco orchestrates the team's movements with effortless authority, I watch in awe as they spring into action, each member knowing their role perfectly. Marco's wink as he exits the room leaves me feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness, his silent gesture igniting a flurry of emotions within me.
With Marco gone, the fitter wastes no time, her skilled hands expertly taking my measurements and making notes as I express my desire for a crimson red dress. The image of the bold color fills my mind with anticipation, and I can't help but feel a surge of excitement at the thought of wearing such a striking garment.
Once the fitter departs, leaving me to the care of the makeup and hair artists, I settle into the chair at the vanity. The gentle hum of conversation and the soft rustle of brushes against makeup palettes fills the air as they begin their work. With meticulous precision, they enhance my features, accentuating my eyes with a subtle smokey look and styling my hair into soft waves that cascade elegantly around my shoulders.
As they work their magic, I feel a sense of transformation wash over me, the anticipation of the evening's event building with each passing moment. The thought of accompanying Marco as his plus one fills me with a flutter of excitement, and I can't wait to see the final result and step into the evening ahead.
When the fitter returns with the covered dress in hand, I can barely contain my excitement, anticipation coursing through me like a surge of electricity. My heart races as she carefully hangs the dress against the door, the fabric draped in tantalizing secrecy.
With a flick of her wrist, the fitter begins to unzip the cover, unveiling the dress beneath. As the crimson red fabric comes into view, my breath catches in my throat, and I find myself mesmerized by its sheer beauty. The color is rich and vibrant, casting a spellbinding allure that commands attention.
The dress itself is a masterpiece of elegance and luxury, its design exuding sophistication and grace. The neckline plunges into a subtle V, accentuating the décolletage while remaining tastefully modest. The back of the dress is covered, lending an air of mystery, while the sides are open, revealing just enough to hint at the curves beneath.
With a floor-length silhouette that cascades gracefully to the ground, the dress is a vision of timeless glamour, fit for a grand occasion. Its exquisite craftsmanship and attention to detail leave me in awe, and I can't help but feel a sense of privilege at the prospect of wearing such a stunning creation.
As I slip into the dress, the fabric enveloping me in its luxurious embrace, I feel a surge of confidence wash over me. With each movement, I am reminded of the power of elegance and poise, and I know that tonight, I will be ready to step into the spotlight by Marco's side, a vision of grace and beauty.
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Beneath The Surface
RomansIn a world shrouded in deception and hidden dangers, a young woman's struggle for freedom brings her into the orbit of two men who are bound by their own sense of duty and love. Forced into hiding and living under a new identity, she finds protectio...
