**Translation: The Mafia Queen**
Since the day I was born my father has prepped and trained me to be the perfect girl. Ivy League school, perfect manners, perfect personality and the perfect sense of humour. It was like he was raising a robot, not...
We walk down a hallway that I've never seen before. This house is massive. Eventually we stop at a door painted pastel pink. I give Gwen a look. "I know, it's kind of stupid. A pink door for a women's room." "At least it's a nice pink." I say. She nods, and opens the door.
"Oh dieu merci. Ces deux commençaient à me rendre fou!" (Thank god these two were starting to drive me crazy!) I laugh, and the man looks at me. "Tu parle français?" "Oui. Je m'apple Brianna." I extend my hand, he takes it. "Finalment. Somebody other than Gwen that is an acceptable person around here. These two," he casts a look backwards towards none other than Ashley and Natalie who are currently arguing, "they give me the worst headache from five minutes of arriving." Tio clears his throat, getting the attention of the two girls. "Time to choose dresses ladies. We're on a short schedule." I look at Gwen, concerned. "Don't worry," she whispered, "he's just saying that to get rid of them."
We walk over to the bench sitting in front of a raised podium, a giant mirror behind it. I sit beside Natalie, and decide that I need to get over myself. "Hey, I'm so sorry that I've been ignoring you lately it's just-" "I understand Brie, and I'm sorry too. I didn't expect it to happen." I grab her hand. "I know. And it's ok. As long as you're happy." She smiles, and I feel a giant weight being lifted off of me.
"THIS IS NOT THE CHANEL!" I jump in my seat at Ashley's shrill outburst. "Miss Ashley if you will just-" "NO. I asked for the most expensive, sexy dress you have, and I know that it's a Chanel. Now. WHERE IS IT?!" Hurriedly an assistant rushes is with a white dress. "S-sir, I have the-" "Bring it to me you idiot!" Ashely snatches the dress, pulling it over her head.
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"Oh it is absolutely stunning. Jax will just adore it." She smirks at me and I roll my eyes in return. "My heels and mask please?" "Mask?" I say to Natalie and Gwen. "Yeah, Jax's mother decided to add a theme last minute." "Oh god," I groan, "where am I going to find a mask?"
"Oh my! I'm stunning!" We all look up at Ashley admiring herself.
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"She looks like a sl-" Nat starts to whisper. "Okay. Natalie, your turn my dear." Tio cuts off her sentence. Her dress looks great on her, and Gwen's is stunning. Suddenly it's my turn.
