Nothing To Loose

Chapter 3

We slowly pull up to the mansion, the gates open as we pull onto the gravel and are greeted with the longest drive way I have ever seen. Large green trees tower over us as if were driving through a forest. In the distance, a large cobblestone castle over looks a large pond. Twinkly lights cover the building, making it look like we were stuck in a Disney movie and I'm half expecting tinkerbell to appear.  A large water fountain is in the centre of the front yard, people were crowding around outside the door, making their way inside. I noticed one of them being my father, shaking the hand of another man who looked familiar but I couldn't remember the name of. The cars pulled to a stop and our doors opened, Nicholas got out first, offering me his hand as I was trapped in the middle, I took it as he helped me out of the car. My heel crunched as it hit the pavement and suddenly I found myself under hundreds of eyes. I could only imagine would it look like, one girl, 15 guys in black suits. I slowly made my way up to the steps of the castle. Luca standing next to me, we reached the top step and finally looked up to my father. "Ah look at you darling" he says kissing my cheek, "What a queen you have become" he continues. "Father" Luca greets, "My boys" he says. "This is Mr Chiellini" his name rings Alarm Bells in my mind. I quickly look to my father, and then to Luca, who looks at me wearily. "Ah please, call me Lorenzo, but my my, aren't you beautiful Mia, your father tells me so much about you" I'm dragged into the older man's arms as he kisses my cheeks. "Thank-you sir" I respond. "Do you happen to be Christopher Chiellini's father?" I ask he chuckles. "I see my son's reputation proceeds me". I smile politely at him as my eyes shoot to my father. His eyes shoot me a warning. I finally understood why It was so important for me to attend this ball. "Why don't you go on in, find your seats" Lorenzo says. My brother grips my elbow in his hand, "Thank you for having us this evening, Sir" he says as he guides me inside. I rip my elbow away from him when were far enough away. "Was this the big plan? Trying to rip his company away from his son?" I whisper yell at my brother. "Mia, you don't know what you're talking about." A waiter approaches us telling us to follow him to our seats. "Don't I? This is Christopher Chiellini were talking about, the boy used my jumper's as his tissues, and you brought me here for what? To seduce him? For what information Luca?" my voice raises as he pulls me into my seat. Luca had one of the most perfect poker faces I've ever seen. He could be in war, and his face would make you believe he just bought out Gucci. "Wine sir?" A waiter asked, "Yes please, thank-you" He smiled kindly at the kid pouring the drinks. "Luca" I repeated. He looked at me, raising his wine to his lips. "Mia, just for once in your life, do as your told, no one is stealing anything from anyone" his voice was hard, harsh and full of authority. Just like my fathers. And I shut up and sat back in my chair. "Mia- I'm sorry" I put my hand up. To stop any other words from coming out of his mouth. My eye's focus on something else instead. A someone else. In the entry of the ballroom shaking hands with my father, Christopher Chiellini stood over 6ft tall. This was the first time I had seen him in person since Middle School. He had grown, and it looked good on him. Not that I would ever admit that. His hazel eyes, were now filled with something different. His dark hair styled perfectly and his jaw coated with just the amount of 5 o'clock shadow. Gone was the boy who picked on me in middle school, this was a man. He was famous for his one night stands, models dangling off his arms, even his legs. I roll my eyes and look away, honestly, he isn't that special. That tux does something for him though, doesn't it Mia. My eyes widen at my own thoughts. And my eyes slowly drift back to him. For the first time, I really look at him, I notice the gold watch on his wrist, hiding the tattoos under it that re-appear just above his collar. But this time, when I get to his eyes. His are already focused on something. Me.

All of the air I've suddenly realised I'm holding disappears when my father points and nods at me. Christopher turns back to my father a small smile on his face and says something to him which causes my father to smile wider. He hugs him and pats him on the back. My father grabs the back of his neck before they pull away, saying something into the Hazel eyed monster that makes him look my way once again. His eyes pierce through me andI look away. Focusing my attention on my bread roll. "I am telling you Nick, you work from the outside in" Jai, another member of our crew mutters on the table. "Why the hell would I use a teaspoon to butter my damn bread roll?" I roll my eyes. "You don't, you use the small butter knife, right there" Jai points to a small knife that sits just above the plate. "Isn't that to hit the champagne glasses with?" Nick asks. "We're not at a wedding you retard" Luca joins in chuckling. "How the hell was I supposed to know?" he defends himself "Look around this isn't just a normal house". Nick was right, this wasn't a house, or a mansion. This was a castle. Although we had only been in the ballroom, we had gotten a gist of the place. The marble floors, huge pillars and golden chandeliers gave us enough evidence that the Chiellini family hadn't spared a dime on this place.

"Ladies & Gentleman" a loud voice echoed through the room. "Welcome to this very special night" I look to the source of the voice. Lorenzo Chiellini was standing on a podium with a microphone. "Tonight, we celebrate a merge of two very important families and one very large empire" my father walks towards our table and takes his seat. In between Luca and Alex. "Please take your seats, main course is about to be served" the music re-starts and I notice a DJ behind the podium. "Amelia" my dad calls my full name, "Where is the back of your dress?" he mutters. "I left it at Balmain, Father" I snap back. Something felt off. He knew something. Luca knew something. Hell, even Christopher Chiellini knew something. But I knew nothing. And it was driving me crazy. "You seem quite at home though dad" I lean back as a waiter appears placing a strange looking Chicken dish in front of me. My hands folded I place them back on the table as he moves on to the next person. "Something you'd like to tell me?" I ask him. Our table grows quiet. As tension between my father and I thicken. "Do not question me Mia" he growls back. "Why father, afraid you'll slip up and tell me something I don't know?" "Mia" Luca growls. "Shut up Luca" I snap at him. "Whatever this is, whatever is going on here, is about me and I deserve to know what is going on" I demand. My father drops his cutlery on the table. "Watch your mouth young lady, you have a very important duty in this family and for once in your life you will be respectful and you will do as your told" I felt like a 2-year-old who just got slapped across the face. Tears threatened my eyes. I was never close to my father, he had his sons, he didn't want a daughter. I was my mother's wish. I said nothing as I played with the food on my plate. Sipping on my champagne. The table, loud and boisterous suddenly became silent, a presence lingering behind me. My mouth suddenly went dry as I looked into Tyler's eyes who was sitting directly across from me. He swallowed. I knew exactly who was behind me. "Mia" the voice was deep and felt like it was right next to me. I turned slightly and looked up at the man who was calling me. "Christopher" I muttered back. "How nice to see you again" He was calm. Poised. And I was the opposite. My tongue was stuck in the back of my throat I couldn't get much else out "Isn't it just?" I mentally scold myself. Isn't it just Mia, Really? "Sir, would you mind if I steal your daughter for a dance?" I look at my father. My eyes wide with panic. 

Please say no, please say no. 

"Of course son, I'm sure she would love to dance". I slowly stand from my seat. And turn to face him. His eyes take me in, as he gives me his hand to take. A slow R&B song begins to play and I place my hand to his as he walks me away from his table and towards the middle of the dance floor. Had the light's been dimmed earlier? He spins me into him and his hand makes it way to my back, my hand to his shoulder as we dance. "What's It been Mia, 8 years?" he asks. His eyes twinkle in amusement. "Something like that" I reply shortly. "You're the most beautiful thing I have ever seen" He says. His thumb slowly rubbing round circles on my back. I could feel the goose-bumps appear under his skin. "And your' not using my clothes as your own disposable tissues" I bite back. He throws his back and laughs. A real laugh. That causes the attention of anyone who wasn't already looking. "You are perfect, aren't you?" he says. He spins me in his arms and pulls me closer than we were before. His forehead basically on mine. I could feel his breath on my lips. "And this dress, you're the envy of every woman tonight" he whispers. "Because of what I look like, or because I'm on your arm, Mr Chiellini?" he pulls his head back slightly to look in my eyes. "Because your incredible" He says his eyes fall to my lips. It was my turn to laugh. "How many women have you told that one to?" "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He was right. I wouldn't of. The song came to a close and I hadn't realised that we were the only ones on the dance floor. And everyone was staring at us. "I hope you're ready for this" he whispers. "Ladies & Gentleman" Christopher yells out into the ball room. "I have an announcement to make" People stood all over the room and I looked to my table for help. But nothing. "Christopher, what are you doing?" I hiss. "It's going to be okay" he whispers grabbing my hand. "I just asked this beautiful woman to marry me'

The room was so quiet you could hear people breathing as he continued speaking "And she said yes!" My stomach dropped to the floor and my lungs closed in around me. People were screaming, cheering. I could see them but I couldn't hear them. I looked at my father who was joining in on the festivities. I looked back at Christopher, shaking my head, he turned to me. "Mia, are you ok? Your white as a ghost" He says. Grabbing my waist. My head spins and my vision turns into nothing. 

A/N SURPRISE!!!! IM BACK! - I'm so sorry it has been so long, honestly life has been mental and I all I wanted to do was write all the time. Please let me know what you guys think!!! I have a couple chapters in store for you guys. 

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