She wore smiles.
He wore a mask.
She held conversation.
He held threats.
She handles magazine covers.
He handles guns.
Alessa, an occupied model comes into a fatal collision with the Mafia Leader Angelo Dimitri. His cold demeanour and concrete mask...
Hey! Your requested update is here, this one is quite simple so sorry if you expected something more, but the next chapter I have planned is a little more dramatic than this one, so I'll keep you posted for that chapter.
But sadly, I won't be updating this week coming nor next week as I have a two day art exam coming up along with two assignments due, so I'll be focused on school work, but after next week I'll be free of school as it is the Easter holiday's.
But enjoy and sorry for any spelling mistakes and what-not.
~Bella~
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Alessa's P.O.V
Holy Shit...
Stepping out the car with Angelo I stared at the building in awe.
It stood tall with sleek marble columns either side of the building holding up a large balcony above where a crowd had gathered as they talked among themselves as the soft sound of music gently echoed out into the street.
People flocked through the tall glass doors, couples dressed smart, women wearing fur coats and very expensive dresses while their men looked equally as handsome dressed in tuxedos.
Suddenly I grew self-conscious of how people would see me next to Angelo, since he is a high ranking business man, as you could put it, but people do perceive models in different ways.
"Don't worry, you look stunning and everyone will love you, especially my parents, sister and brother," Angelo said softly in my ear, making me turn round with wide eyes.
Say what now....
Laughing at my expression he quickly kissed me on the lips leaving me slightly flustered as he lead me up the marble staircase and through the tall doors where a swarm of people were chatting upon themselves.
As we entered, my grip tightened on Angelo's hand, usually I'm used to chatting with large groups of people, but not high class business men and women around the world.
"Come on I want you to meet my siblings first," Angelo soothed, his perfect smile forming onto his face making me so much calmer. Nodding, he led me along, his hand never loosing grip on mine.
Once we got through the crowd, he led me to the back of the room where a few booths were , some filled with groups of couples chatting upon themselves or men seeming to be discussing some business while drinking expensive champagne.
We continued to walk over to a booth where three people sat, ideally chatting to themselves.
I felt my stomach clench with nerves as we approached the booth, Angelo's grip never loosening on my hand.
Hearing the sounds of our footsteps the three looked up , each of their faces almost splitting in half with smiles as they saw Angelo and me.
Scanning across I took in each of their features .
Seated in the middle of two men was a woman , I guessed her to be Angelo's sister from the familiar features on her face .
She had long voluminous light brown hair that had been curled into large waves which made it look more voluminous. She had the classic piercing blue eyes, which were slightly lighter than Angelo's but yet they held trust and love in her eyes, making me feel less nervous about speaking to her.
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