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The clock neared 7 as each tick tormented the young girl who awaited in apprehension. A few guests were already lingering in the grand hall room.
Some admired the elegance of design, whereas a few women were held tightly next to an older man in which no connection sparked between.
The mafia was a cruel regime which silenced and oppressed the voice of women. Men were the puppet masters, they dictated and controlled the world beneath them. Women were only pawns in the game, being used as tools for marriage or childbirth.
Angel despised the outdated system. Apart from her father, she viewed the men of the mafia to be rather chauvinistic.
Her father, however, loved her mother deeply. Their marriage was not one of force or arrangement, but rather passion and devotion.
Perhaps there was a darker aspect to her father, a side which he hid from Angel.
How else did he become second in command to Salvatore?
Upon recent days, Angel grew rather fond of Nicollo. Like her father, she saw a difference in him compared to the other obnoxious men of the mafia.
She craved to speak to him at the gala, she found a sense of warmth and comfort in his personality.
However, she feared Salvatore's wrath if he ever found out that his Angel dared to speak to the man which he warned her to stay far away from.
Angel stood apathetically in her room as she was woken from her daydream by the voice of Elena.
"Three, Two, One..." Elena counted down from three before pulling the strings of the back of Angel's dress.
The light blush coloured dress illuminated under the candle-lit room as it clung tightly to Angel's curves.
Her waist was cinched in, as the dress allowed her figure to appear curvaceous. Her breasts were pushed up due to the dress being rather tight at the top, and her collar bones poked out from her exposed flesh.
Walking hesitantly towards the gold framed mirror which stood tall in the corner of her room, Angel's eyes fell upon her unknown reflection. A breathless gasp escaped her lips as she analysed her appearance. The dress was stunning, it was the dress of her dreams.
"Elena... It's so beautiful!" Angel whispered in shock as her eyes did not leave her reflection. Smiling at the young girl's reaction, Elena's heart softened.
"Your mother requested to see you before the gala" Elena announced as she bowed her head before leaving the room.
Angel was left alone with her unknown reflection before Ludovica's footsteps broke the soothing silence.
"You look gorgeous, mia cara" Ludovica admired her daughters appearance as her hands played softly through Angel's velvety brown locks. (my darling)
