Kidnapped by the Mafia Prince

A vision of Spring

Last chapter guys! Hope you enjoy!

Melanie

"Hayley this dress is to much!" I protested as she zipped up the hidden zipper at the bottom between the blue tulle full skirt with Dario tilting his head comically at my high pitch voice.

"You have no choice to wear it. It's my birthday and what I say goes." She said walking around me, eyeing the dress as I stood on a platform in her sewing room. Pauli had set it up for her in the grand house that was more accurate in calling a large estate nestled in the countryside of Britain.

"That never changes even if it isn't your birthday." I retorted dryly as she picked at the pink flowers that scattered across the hem thickly in arches of the dress.

"Don't get cheeky with me!" She pointed up to me then back down with her needle fixing a pedal that seemed to not set well for her liking.

"Well I fear I'll be all cheeks today with this smile." I said ironically having been holding it in front of everyone when inside there wasn't an ounce of the expression in me.

"Don't worry that idiot doesn't even know of this party so he can't show up and we made sure to banned him from the guest list, on top of that gave struck instructions to let me know if his sorry ass does come." She clipped out dropping the edge and straightening the dress around me.

I looked to the mirror placing my hands on the bodice that looked almost like brown vines curling around my torso with different kinds of pink flowers all the same pink. Blue leaves the same colour as the tulle sprouted out at random with little strands of silver for a little sparkle. The vines came over my shoulders like thin straps going down in a V to the bottom making it backless. 

It was a masterpiece with how detailed it was, saying she had inspiration for the spring dress one night demanding I wear it for her birthday. Declaring it was a present enough to have me here with her. The dress she made for herself was just as much as a master piece of fabric that matched her now favourite movie Cinderella making it almost the exact same dress but added curls of silver embroidery to the bodice with a large crystal in the center of the heart shape lined with those whimsical butterflies of different colors that sparkled. 

She said she found her inspiration for my dress from the violin one night when she was working on my dress for the masquerade having faith in me, not believing I would have done what they claim of me of my own free will. I was grateful to have a true friend that held out for me knowing my innocents even after all the proof that they had against me.

I was even more relieved when Nathaniel came back after Lawrence's crowning of King to tell me that Sebastian was dead for sure this time and that I was no longer a sought after criminal and was now free. I was still a little upset with Nathaniel having used the commands to stop me but at the same time greatful, fully knowing I would regret shooting Lawrence. Even if it was going to be his shoulder that I was aiming for. 

It was foolish to want to physically hurt him knowing full well that wasn't the way to go about it. So after Nathaniel told me he had told him to clear my name he would let me talk to him. But after everything with Sebastian and the fake Amelia. I didn't feel I was ready to speak to Lawrence.  He had hurt me deeply by not even thinking for a second I wasn't guilty. He didn't even think that maybe I was force to do the crime and assumed I was only with him to get close to my grandfather to do a deed I didn't want to do.

He even thought my feeling for him were unreal and just a ploy to get close to him. That hurt the most. To hear him say those words crushed me more than him not believing my innocents'. Even more so when the announcement for his marriage to the fake Amelia had stabbed me more into my already bleeding heart not leaving my room for days. But with the signing over and the impersonator telling everyone of Evans plans, I was relieved by the news. But I was still fragile by how easy it was for him to doubt how much I loved him.