"Ready?"
I nodded as Astrid walked towards me as I stood by the mirror once again. Her auburn hair was curled on the ends and with the smell of the hair spray that consumed the whole room, it looked like those curls were going to stay there till her death. Her body was loosely covered with blue silk draped over her chest showing a neckline while simple straps on her shoulder maintained her dignity.
Black material tightly pressed against my body, with its edges filled with crystal-studded in a curve across it. Tight straps against my collarbone made sure to leave red marks at the end, while with half of my chest covered with crystals, the upper half was awfully visible in a sexy way.
While making a few final last-minute decisions about my hair I decided to pull them up into a bun with a few strands out from the front and back; making it look chaotic yet beautiful, I turned around and faced her
"Wow," she deadpanned as she stood across me, looking at me up and down as her lips curved up. I smiled back at her because I felt confident that I was beautiful in that gown and confident in myself.
The problem is that even though you know you're good-looking, your insecurities take control over you, and you are afraid of what others might think of you, although they will always compliment you and remind you of yourself yet you can't stop overthinking
"I guess I'm ready," I turned my face back to the full-length mirror, "I feel convinced and beautiful in this dress so thank you for that Astrid" I grinned at her
"Aww, you cutie I love you and anything for you" We both embraced each other in a tight hug before we let go and held our hands together walking down to her black Buggati (what color is your Bugatti?)
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The whole car ride was me and Astrid talking and complaining about what type and who I should talk to tonight, but the only conclusion we came to was that it can only be decided after I lay my eyes upon the man first
As the mansion holding hands together entered, an enormous chandelier descended from the high ceiling and welcomed us. All eyes were turned towards us when I came hand in hand with the birthday guy's daughter.
Expensive suits with rough mustaches or prickly beards nodded their heads down as Astrid also did the same in return to heed their presence and I only smiled while trailing off behind her as a lost child
Finally, after all the perfume that was going to cause me a concussion, I was dragged into a huge room with expensive decorations with which I was already similar, however, a man stood across leaning against the desk talking to Astrid's dad, the only thing in the room I was unfamiliar with
"Dad," said Astrid as she walked towards him completely ignoring the big guy beside him," Happy birthday Dad!" as she kissed him into a hug.
I smiled as I walked over to him with open arms and hugged him "Happy birthday Uncle", we both stood there and not even once said hi to that guy with broad shoulders behind us both while facing Uncle Addam
"Aaaah! My children thank you first of all and secondly," he trails off as he turns both of us around to face him ", this is Grayson Vetrov, a new business partner to become I suppose" Uncle grinned as he, Grayson, stood there expressionless
Astrid and I exchanged eyes on this embarrassing talk, but he excused us from leaving the room and going to the rest of the party.
"Shit, he's hot," said Astrid as my uncle, and I laughed. "Baby, you say that for every man you put your eyes on," she raised her eyes to the sky and struck me with her elbow.
"He is a handsome young man, not only in his physical appearance but also as a businessman," the uncle went on.
"Again one of your underground adventures, my uncle?" I winked at him as I took a glass of water from his desk and took a few sips. "you know me very well Rose, however," he came closer to me and took the glass away from me, placing it back as I raised my eyebrows in confusion," it's time for you to do something adventurous don't you think?"
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عاطفيةGrayson Vetrov A well-known Russian name that when said out loud sends cold sweat down every man in Moscow. Besides his seductive looks, he is known for his strong and fierce ruling over the most dangerous parts of Russia. No man dares to speak bef...