Mafia Flower // Harry Styles

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Sophia Buttaro

The glowing sun of Italy shined through the window as I clasped my diamond necklace around my neck. Papa says I must always look my best.

A man calls after knocking twice,"Mr. Ventura demands you in his office."

My gaurd dog, Ace, lays by the door as always and recieves a gentle pet from me.

I head towards his office, already knowing what our conversation will be about. My white heels tap the white tiles. I'm met face to face with tall chocolate wooden doors. I knock twice and enter my father's office. My father is sitting at his grand desk with a wine glass, I assume, filled with orange juice. He looks me in my eyes as I step foward.

"Mia figlia, I'm impressed. Tell me...how did you do it?"

"Do what?" I pretend not to know what he's talking about.

"How did you manage to sneak passed the best security in the world? What...did you think I wouldn't find out?" He tapped his chin and laughed.

Then, he leans back in his red chair and clasps his hands together.

"Tell me...what have you been doing. I need to know now." He demands as I stand silently with my hands together.

I speak, "Seeing the city."

"No. Do you know how dangerous it is out there?"

I argue, "I'm locked in my room all day and night."

"It's for your safety! There are people out there that will take you! I'm tightening security. This is for your safety." He says sternly.

Before I can speak, he adds, "Tonight we are having an important party and meeting with the Styles family from New York. They're very powerful and may be willing to do business with us. It's important that you look your best tonight. I've hired a stylist to dress you. Remeber to be polite. This is our family's reputation."

"Sì, papa."

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I combed my hair thoroughly with a white towel wrapped around my body. I heard a knock on my door and granted them entrance. It must have been the professional stylist that my father hired. An older woman, who I assume is my stylist, wheeled in a rack of dresses and and a girl followed behind her. I don't recognize her until she speaks, "Sophia, wonderful to see you again!" It is the voice of my cousin, Marina. Marina and I occasionaly played and conversed when we were little girls. I hadn't seen her in about three years.

Marina plants herself on my queen-size bed and stares at my reflection in the tall mirror. I could already feel her energy.

My stylist is an older woman who wears a frown on her face and high heels on her feet. She pulls a lengthy red dress from the silver rack, holds it up to my petite body, and shakes her head before returning it to the rack.

"Hey, Marina," I finally greet her to break the awkward silence. I could feel her dark eyes burning holes through my back.

"It's been a long time, cousin. Why don't we get together anymore?" Marina's light, teen voice asks.

"I've been busy with my rigorous studies and intensive training. You know my father." My response is honest even though I use my studies and training as an excuse to avoid her presence.

Marina hummed and crossed her legs. She curiously scanned my room. My stylist decided on a strapless, long, pale pink dress. She orders that I try on the dress and I carry the dress to the bathroom. I exit the bathroom and step infront of my tall mirror. I smooth down the pink velvet with my hands. The stylist tells me to spin and I obey. She places a white fur shawl over my tan shoulders.

I watched as Marina admired all the things in my room. Her eyes fell on my jewelry box. I instantly remembered when she stole my pearl bracelet on my twelth birthday.

"I can't wait for the party tonight. I heard there's going to be so many hot men there. I just hope at least one of them notices me," Marina mused excitedly.

"I'm sure they will, Marina," I stated with a small smile. Marina must have taken it as a sarcastic comment because she frowned at me.

As the stylist finished putting on the last accessories, I heard Marina's chunky heels tap the floor behind me. The stylist yanked my hair back to style it. I yelped and Marina snickered.

Marina cheered,"See you tonight," and strutted out of my room.
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This is a short chapter. Future chapters will be longer. What do you think so far?