Love Gone Wrong

Chapter 7: Dominika

Chapter 7: Dominika

"Hurry up Minika!" Mrs. Levkova screamed.

Dominika stared at the white ceiling of her room in her dress and her hair in curls. She had no makeup on but she knew that when her mother bursts into her room she will tell her to put makeup on. "Okay Mum!" she yelled, getting up from her bed and staring at the cream colored high heels on the floor.

As predicted, her mother barged into the room. "Minika, put some make up on!" she said. "Important people are going to be there!"

"Why can't I just wear my natural face?" she whined. "I like my face."

"Just put on make up darling," her mum said. "Be ready in 15 minutes."

She groaned as she flung herself to her dresser mirror and started to feather on gold and brown eyeshadow and blush. It was quick but elegant and then she threw herself outside stumbling over her heels.

"Is the diva ready?" her father asked, looking slightly annoyed. "We're going to be late." 

"I'm not a diva, Dad." she sighed, grabbing her 'fancy' coat and walking out the apartment door. "We can just say we're fashionably late." 

"Fashionably late?" her mother asked. 

"It's the new hip thing to do," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"Have you've been going to parties?" her father cautioned. 

She laughed. "Please, I couldn't under this roof." The family of three piled into the plain blue car and the car rocked when both of her parents got in. Both of her parents weren't as light as feathers. Her father was a heavy set man with a brown mustache and a balding brown haired scalp. When he got mad his face turned very red that it was comical.

Her mother had light chestnut brown hair cropped and curled into perfection. Make up sculpted her perfect chubby face and you could tell that she was once beautiful. Dominika couldn't imagine her parents being thin and young looking and she dreaded when she would have children that her children would think that one day.

They drove in the busy streets of Moscow passing by couples holding hands and friends out for a night in the town. She wished she could be one of those people but she was stuck going to this stupid party full of stupid people. 

The car pulled up to this fancy building that the political people probably rented out so they could be boring but still be classy and the Levkov's got out of the car. Mr. Levkov paid the valet some cash and then he offered his arm to Mrs. Levkova and Dominika followed behind, not daring to drag her feet in fear that she might trip over. 

They handed their coats to the poor soul that was hired for that job and they walked into a ballroom that was full of fat old men, prissy women, and spoiled children.

"Stephan!" a man bellowed. Her father turned around and standing there was an equally as fat man, Albert Romanov and his skeletal wife, Tanya Romanova and their pristine son who her mother and father often told her to talk to, Mark Romanov. 

The two men embraced and the mothers greeted each other with air kisses and gossiped. Mark, all calm and collected went up to her and pleasantly smiled. "You look lovely Dominika." he said, his voice as smooth as silk.

Dominika looked up at the taller boy with the neatly combed blonde hair and grey eyes. He looked like a lady man (later in life he would be a she named Marta Romanova). She forced a smile. "Hello, Mark. Long time no see." Not a lot of people knew this, but she knew Mark was gay.

One time when her mother sent her to look for Mark so they could dance together she wandered up to an upstairs room and opened the door to find Mark and another congressman's son, half naked, groping each other, and making out.