Zara sits on the edge of the bed, kicking her feet over the side. Her outfit incomplete. I stare at the red ball gown in the mirror, I didn't think Micah meant this elegant. It fits like a glove, the red lace hugging around my shoulders.
The door opens, Micah slips in. He stares at me for a moment. "You look truly angelic tonight, Rose," he steps behind me in the mirror, dropping his hand to my waist. "So fucking gorgeous, love."
I shut my eyes, leaning against him. Safe. It's how I feel. Micah presses his lips to my neck, "admired one beautiful girl in this room, now to my next."
Micah steps to Zara, pulling her into a hug. Turning, I sit on the bed. "Though I must admit your beautiful mama didn't dress you properly."
"All I have to do is slip on the skirt, she kept running around and I didn't want her to ruin it."
"Mm," he picks up Zara, "she's still a beautiful princess."
"Alessio is ready downstairs, we can start heading off," Micah grabs the skirt, slipping Zara into it. She smiles, fluffing it up.
Micah offers his hand, I take it letting him help me back into my feet. "I don't know how I lived the past two years without you two."
"It doesn't matter now."
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Stares. I've always wonder what having 100 plus people starring at you feels like. I wish I never wonder because, now that it's happening I wish they could all look away.
Micah, with a child in his arms and a.. a girl by his side. A once thought to be dead father, just behind. Alessio comes to my side, holding me back a few steps, "ignore them, if you don't you might miss a step."
"I don't understand why they need to stare."
"They hadn't seen Micah in over a year and when news of him being locked up by his step-father was out.. now seeing him with a child that is obviously much older than the time since his been out."
I nod, glancing at Micah who doesn't seem to notice any of the starring. At the bottom of the stair case, Micah turns back to me, reaching his hand out, "would you like anything, Rose?"
"No thank you," I whisper, stepping into his chest.
"I'll be off," Alessio touches my back, "I have some people to talk to."
"Thank you," I smile.
Once Alessio walks away Micah kisses my forehead, sighing. Zara, already half asleep in Micah's arm, reaches out to me, "Mummy hold and tab-bey?"
"Baby," I whisper taking her from Micah's arms. "Did you leave tabey in the car? You were holding him when we left."
She shrugs, draping her arms over my shoulders. "Mummy, want Tab-bey," she sucks, sticking her thumb into her mouth.
"I'll go get it," Micah looks at me. "You can stay here. I'll be back in a second."
"Thank you," I look up at him.
Micah nods and his heading back up the stairs to get Zara's toy from the car.
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