She was the Devil in heels, heroine for blood, she was toxic and dangerous. With fire in her eyes and poison in her heart she never loved, never gave a damn about anything, but money and power. She was as harmless as a hungry panther.
She would kil...
I had finished visiting all the picturesque places in Vienna. I was in Schönbrunn palace, St. Stephen Cathedral, Belvedere. I went shopping and do some other things and it was great. It was a while since I've been in such a good mood.
I put the key in my lock and unlock the door of my room. I get in and place all the shopping bags down.
To relax from all that experience I grab a bottle of Moët Rose and pour some of the liquor inside a crystal glass.
I open all the bags and boxes, standing like that they covered the entire bed. And let me tell you that bed was pretty big.
"I see you've had some fun today."-I hear Ryan say behind me.
I turn back to look at him. He was standing at the entrance of my room, smiling.
"Well I have fun when I'm not busy working or thinking of different way to kill you."-I say raising my eyebrows.
He seemed to find my answer very amusing because from smiling he started laughing.
"But I think you won't. You like me too much."-he says now smirking.
Where does he get all this confidence from? His cockiness gets on my nerves.
"Anyway, Back to the reason why I'm here. Since we are staying here one more day tonight I have organized some tickets to see a opera. I suppose you saw the Vienna state opera while you were walking around right?"-he asks.
"Yes I saw the facility from the outside."-I say to him. And the building was beautiful just like the other buildings. They were built in a baroque style and they were absolutely amazing.
"Good, because tonight we are going inside that building too."
Oh great. An opera. Don't get me wrong I love all arts, but operas just get on my nerves. There are people singing/screaming and even though I am fluent in four languages I don't understand anything sometimes. I like the plot, but I can easily read that... so what's the point?
"Okay I will be ready, even though I don't understand why."-I say to him and he looks at me putting a disappointed face.
"Well and I thought you were a cultured woman."-Ryan says getting on my nerves.
"I guess you have an odd definition of the word 'culture."-I say to him.-"Anyway what piece are we going to watch?"
"Carmen from Georges Bizet. We have to be there at nine."
"Yes I have heard about that. Okay I will be ready until then."-I say to him and close the door of my room. ____________________________
It was almost time and I was ready. I had done my metallic makeup with a bit of smokey, my red lips. My white and gold gown was perfect for an event like this. Everything seemed perfect.
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