To Break Free

chapter 2-To be in a soap opera

Chapter 2

'No, you look like an orange potato who's been deprived of your sexual needs.'

'what does that even mean James?' James was the only one who was willing to help me pick an outfit for tonight's charity ball. When I asked Sebastian he claimed that God did not gift him with an incredible mind to play dress up, and when going to Ben he told me to quote "f*** right off."

So here I was lying in a pile of over a 100 gowns that I ordered to try on, with a man I'm pretty sure doesn't know the difference between red and pink, who's also decided he's going to be my fashion guru for the day. To say things were a hot mess was an understatement.

'this isn't getting anywhere.' I groaned in frustrating while rolling around in the pile of gowns in my puffy orange number I was currently sporting, I guess I do look like an orange potato who's been deprived of its sexual needs.

'what was wrong with that green dress, and that black one they looked nice on you.' James had now given up on me and was currently more interested in his phone.

'Because I don't want a nice dress! I want something that'll make people say wow.'

'oh then just wear this orange potato dress, trust me people will definitely be saying wow.' I grabbed a clutch that was lying in the pile of cloths and threw it right at him, which he of course dodged with ease.

'who are you trying to impress anyways I'm pretty sure apart from us it's going to be filled with old guys..........unless.' James dropped his phone on the bed almost glaring at me accusingly. 'Is it Vlad or Anton.'

'What! No, why would you even think that.' The lie came out so naturally I almost believed myself. James proceeded to grin at me 'don't get your panties in a twist now, I was only kidding.' I rolled my eyes while pretending to look through the clothes hoping he wouldn't catch on to my lie.

The answer to James' question on whether it was Vlad or Anton, it was Vlad Ivanov. I first spotted him when I was 14 and he was 16, it was infatuation on another level, my heart decided it would stop beating for 2 seconds when he walked threw the double doors in his clean cut chocolate coloured hair and misty grey eyes, walking in as if the Queen herself would bow her head to him. The only problem being that he's never even accidently gazed my way, I'm pretty sure he wouldn't even be aware of my existence if I wasn't a member of the Bianchi household.

I guess it could also be because he hates me, everyone knows about the family feud we have with the Ivanov and Lebedev partners. The feud dates back way before we were born, who knows why, I'm pretty sure it's got something to do with men and their egos. But because of stupid men and their egos it was drilled into our minds the day we were born to completely hate each other. So it was an obligation to completely ignore them or throw hate words in the presence of others if you didn't want to be accused of betraying your family. Yes it may have been my mission in life to make Vlad Ivanov gaze at me once, the way I gaze at him, but I know better than anyone that's as far as it's going to go, a harmless little crush that know one needs to know about.

'Jamie, please I have nothing to wear.' I was almost on the verge of tears from frustration.

'I could always steal one if Bernadette's dresses I'm pretty sure she wouldn't mind.' He smirked.

'oh great, while your at it why don't you book my funeral mass as well.' I rolled my eyes.

'Your so dramatic sugar bear I'm pretty sure she'll only stab you a few times, she won't let you die.' He was snorting at his own lame joke, while he made his way into my walk in closet, while I continued to drown in my own self pity.