The Mafia's Princess

Chapter 19 ~ We Like To Party

Finally I've uploaded!

QUICK IMPORTANT NOTE: I haven't edited soooorryyy! I deliberately wrote up outfits that can be googled if you want. So just google image any of the item of clothes I mention, just make sure to google search the exact clothing term I used :) only if you want of course.

It took 45 minutes to reach the training centre when we had left this morning as it was on the outskirts of town for privacy purposes. It took Logan 20 minutes to get us home, an awaiting party enough incentive to get him to run several red lights and almost double the speed limit. Not that any of us were complaining, after the intense day I had I just wanted to have the beat of loud music pulsing through my body as I threw caution to the wind. There was little talking between us stowaways as we rushed passed stunned guards and into Nora’s mansion.

I was already pulling off my shoes as I stumbled into my room. I hurried over to my docking station and quickly plugged in my iPhone. I understood the tight time limit I was on but no girl can get ready for a party without blasting music to hype her up. It’s physically impossible. Rita Ora’s sensual voice started spilling from the speakers and I swayed my hips to the beat as I quickly shed my clothes dashing into the shower. I really didn’t want to wet my hair because that would just take up more of my time to dry and style but I was sweaty and gross from sparring with Julian.

I haphazardly wrapped a towel around myself as I set up my makeup and blow-dryer. I let the music calm me down as I carefully took the time to apply a flawless foundation and give my eyes black wings. I finish with a rich red lipstick and carefully scrutinize my face. I realize that I had unwittingly given myself a Rita Ora look by listening to her music. Deciding the casual look with bright lips would have to do, I try to tame my temperamental hair. I started picking up strips of hair and twisting them tightly whilst I blew them dry. It was time consuming but it meant I didn’t have to style because after I shook them out and tossed my hair around a little they settled into natural waves.

To class it up a little I pulled my hair tightly round to the back on one side and pinned it so that all my hair came cascading down my left shoulder. I wandered out of my bathroom feeling smug about the amazing job I had done in only 20 minutes. My eyes darted to the clock and I felt my stomach drop as I realized I only had fifteen minutes to find a dress. I tore through my wardrobe ruthlessly sending clothes everywhere. I finally found a simple black body-con dress that wrapped around me just under my arm pits and right under my butt. It was definitely made for a girl with curves but I found my long legs and medium assets did the trick. I realized jealously that this dress would look perfect on Hera.

Not in a cruel way but in a way every girl feels when she sees an awesome dress that she loves but that it does nothing for her but looks stunning on her friend. I decided with resignation to give it to Hera after tonight. Pulling on the highest black stiletto’s I have I grabbed my phone and made my way carelessly down the stairs. I smirked when I saw that Hector was the only other person ready. I admired his long frame in cream-colored chinos, blue boat shoes, cream scarf and a fitting, indie printed, button up shirt. I would’ve killed to have my brother’s hair or metabolism or anything really he seemed to have hogged all the good genetics.

“Hey sis I…-What are you wearing?!” Hector chokes as his eyes finally leave his phone and take in my dress.

“Clothes?” I answer casually deliberately ignoring his glare

“Oh so you’ve decided to stay home?” He asked smugly and my eyebrows scrunch in confusion. “Cause there is no way you’re getting out dressed like that!” Everything about him screams a challenge and the little sibling in me wanted to rebel simply for the sake of rebellion.