My Forced Marriage

Prologue

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*** This prologue will be the homecoming party where Gabriella and Dante first met****

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Gabriella

I watched my best friend Ashley stare at herself in the mirror. Her skin perfectly tan as she lets her shoulder length pitch black hair down from the ponytail she wore oh so often.

"I cannot wait for Jake's homecoming party," Ashley said as she perfected her makeup that matched so beautifully with her blue eyes.

"I think I might stay in the dorms tonight." I said as I awkwardly tried to avoid making eye contact.

Oh no I'm not allowing my best friend to stay in on the biggest party of the year. Please go for me Gabs.

"Ugh, fine!" I said rolling my eyes

I didn't want to go to the homecoming party. I just started college and only knew two people. Plus I didn't want to run into my older brother Cesare.

I was dull and bland. I never did my makeup and the only hairstyle I knew was the messy bun I wore every day. I wasn't ugly, but I sure as hell didn't know how to "show off my assets."

"Time to get you into something a little sexier, I'm tired of seeing you cover up your body with those ugly sweaters and leggings," Ashley said excitedly

I grew up with an overprotective father and brother, so short shirts and low cut tops were never an option. My mother understood me. She would sneak and buy me thongs and push-up bras. As a teenager because let's face it, it boosts up a self-conscious girl like myself.

"Try this on Gabs"

I looked up to see Ash holding up a short black lace dress with a super low cut heart shaped neckline.

"You want me to wear that?" I said repulsed. She couldn't be serious. I never wore the damn dress before. It still had the tags on it.

"Yes I do, now get the hell up and change!" Ashley said nudging me out of my small twin sized dorm bed.

I took my sweatpants off revealing my "granny panties" and my hoodie. Besides my mother, Ashley was the only person I felt comfortable getting undressed in front of. Even though I had just met her a couple weeks ago. We clicked like two peas in a pod. I trusted her, plus she was my only friend. I was home schooled by the "best teachers money could buy," so I never got a chance to explore and have what you would call a "normal childhood".

"What the hell is that?" Ashley said pointing to my floral cotton underwear.

"It's my underwear duh!" I said playfully rolling my eyes. "What's wrong with my underwear?"

I watched her tumble through my draw. She looked amazed and at the same time disappointed.

"You have all these nice stuff, but choose to dress like that," Ashley said almost as if she was thinking to herself rather than talking to me

I saw her looking me up and down almost if she was studying me.

"You have a beautiful body, but you cover it up," Ashley said studying me.