Raising Hell

Embers

Irene walks into my room as I read a book on my bed. She comes over to me and plops on my bed.

"Can I shoot Malak? I mean, what makes you think you can do it?" She complains as she flairs her hands in the air. I sit my book down.

"What'd he do now?" 

"He's a pretentious asshole that doesn't care about anything else but himself!" She ignores my question.

"What happened Irene?" I asked again and she finally looked at me from her stare at my ceiling.

"Well for one, he's making me help you get ready for your dinner." She grunts and I smirk.

"And what else?" I ask and she thinks for a moment

"I think we can both agree that there are many reasons Malak should be dead." She finally says seriously and I nod in agreement.

"So what am I wearing to this grand dinner?" I ask as I get out of bed.

"If it was my choice it would be pajamas but no one listens to me so instead your wearing a gown."

"Oh how exciting." I say sarcastically and she smirks.

"Wait till you see it." She says and walks to the front of the room. She takes a hanger of the door knob and brings it over to my bed. She unzips the cover and the dress is presented. She took it out and ordered me to put it on. I take the dress to the bathroom and minutes later step out with it on.

I walked over to my full length mirror and inspected myself. The dress was gold and full of embellishments. The dress hugged my waist and flared out by the time it hit my knees. The back was cut low. I glittered and shined against the bright lights of my room and I didn't feel like myself. With everything I put on here, it never seems quite right. It always fits perfectly and they are always beautiful but I couldn't help but think someone else should wear them. 

"How do you want your hair?" Irene asks behind me. I turn around to face her.

"I don't know, a ponytail?" I guess and she laughs.

"Now that, I can do." She says as she leads me to the vanity.

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I walk into the dining room and find Malak at the end of the table. I see my plate sitting on the other end and take a seat as he smiles at me. 

"How are you?" He asks before sipping some wine.

"Never been better. You?"

"I'm excited for the wedding." He says.

"Not getting cold feet?" 

"My feet are toasty warm and full of love, darling." He insists.

"Good. Wouldn't want the truth to come out now would we?" I ask and sip my glass.

"You wouldn't dare."

"You'd be surprised."

"I would kill you the second you say your first sentence." 

"So i'll write it." I say and bite in to my chicken.

"You're a foolish woman." He mumbles.

"So why do you want to marry me?" I ask genuinely.

"People seem to fear me in this city. You have a pretty face and can make my citizens to just about anything."

"You want me to do your dirty work?" I ask with a mouth full of mashed potatoes.

"Now you're getting it, darling!" He says with a smile. I glare at him.

"Stop calling me that."