𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚
25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him.
𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬
20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth per...
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I stand before the full-length mirror, adjusting the delicate fabric of my dress. The silk material clung to my body like a second skin, the strapless bodice sculpting my frame perfectly before cascading into an elegant mermaid silhouette.
Along with the pearl bodycon was a thick white fur coat resting over my shoulders, it's warmth a stark contrast to the cold dread pooling in my stomach.
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With steady hands, I clasp a diamond choker around my neck, it's icy stones pressing against my skin. Matching earrings dangled from my ears and a single diamond bracelet encircled my wrist.
My hair was brushed down in soft waves and flowed past my shoulders, reaching my waist. The makeup I applied is light and shimmery with a thick gloss of scarlet red gloss coating my lips.
But none of it could mask the unease flickering in my chest. The odd, foreboding feeling that had taken over my senses ever since I spotted that eerie man spying on us in the graveyard this afternoon still lingered like a shadow. I should have informed Elliott, I know, but what if he was just like any other person visiting the cemetery and just looked creepy?
I hesitated, adjusting the bracelet around my wrist unnecessarily, as if stalling will somehow change the inevitable.
Tonight feels off, like something is waiting to be unfolded, watching. Anticipating.
A sharp exhale escapes my lips. It is just a social gathering, not a freaking war zone. I just have to endure it. It will be over before I know it.
Just as I was lost in my thoughts, the door to the massive bedroom opened. I lifted my gaze up, meeting Elliott's tall figure in the mirror.
"Are you-" His words trail off as he steps inside, his sage green eyes locking onto me, widening as they studied my appearance.
