~ what do you see in him?....
Everything you don't ~
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All Celandine's father wanted was to protect his beloved daughter. Even if it meant sending her away...
Little did he know, his daughter will fall i...
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Club.
Growing up in Italy,well....the mansion.
I only had one rule.
You can't go out the mansion.
I never questioned them, so I simply never asked to go out.
I had everything,especially after Senio built the studio. I did everything there, study,sew,paint. And if I didn't feel like being there I could always past the time out in the garden or the greenhouse.
So being here meant that I was allowed to go out, no rules.
I must say it is a shock that Senio asked me to come, specifically because is a club.
Arsenio doesn't like clubs.
I spent the entire day trying to figure out what to wear, I asked Senio but he only replied with a " anything you wear is perfect"
He says that all the time.
But then I asked Mariano and he said that usually women wear short dresses or short skirts and tiny tops. red, black or silver being the most common colors. He even showed me some pictures for inspiration.
So I've been trying to find something that would fit, realizing now that I don't really have very bold colors, my closet consists only of light colors.
But I did find something that might suit the occasion. It's a short light blue dress with a halter neckline, the satin fabric light and flowery. It hug my curves perfectly - and for the shoes the same stiletto heels I wore for my birthday.
I didn't went too big on makeup, a simple shimmer eyeshadow and some rose lip liner with some gloss, the perfect lip combo for me.
I out my hair up in a bun leaving some curls to peak, a mix between styled and messy.
As I put my earrings Senio comes in.
" Cazzo" his voice low a hint of darkness in it.
I turn around " is this appropriate?" I find myself asking, of course I never been to a club.
"No" his eyes darkened.
Oh no, he doesn't like it.
"Should I change? - perhaps I can wear the pink skirt?" I rushed out to grab the skirt but then I felt an arm wrap around my waist.
I was pulled back, to stand right I front of the mirror, Arsenio positions himself behind me.
"sei il dolce più squisito che abbia mai mangiato" he rasps, leaning down to place a kiss on my shoulder. He lifts his head up. (You are the most exquisite sweet I've ever had)
"sei perfetta" his left hand leaves my waist and grabs a handful of my ass. (You are perfect)
