Mr.Trillionaire and Miss Runaway Convict

Chapter Twenty-Six

Saira SwitzJefferson:

I watch myself in the mirror,head tilted slightly to scrutinise my outfit to see if it lacks anything.

Knee length Louboutin black boots that can hide two knives on the sole?

-Check.

Fingerless lace gloves that go up to your elbows and match your matte black nails?

-Check.

A black velvet underwire bustier skatier dress with your red hair down and lips a luscious red?

-Check.

Suffice it to say that I am smugly satisfied with the way I look.

The clicking of keys disrupt me checking myself out in the mirror and I turn my back to it,quite reluctantly as my eyes wait for my best friend Zoe McDazzle to enter with all her magic.

Oh,how do I know it's her?

Because she's the only one in the Underworld who has access to the keys and the passcode to my quarter.

Not even Xandere has it but he doesn't need it,seeing how much he travels and never stays in one place that much.

Except now.
All because of her.
My best friend.

She finally manages to unlock the door and sashays in.
Without further ado,Zoe twirls in front of me,showing off her outfit for the Mate Gala.

As expected,she is wearing luxury at it's best.
Donning a long sleeved burgundy colored gown with a long V neck that is sure to make men stop dead in their tracks and ogle at her,with a slit on the side,one long tanned leg out.
The color of her gown looks so beautifully royal and rich,along with her wavy hair down like mine but swept on one side.

Gorgeous.
She is gorgeous.

Zoe breaks out in a grin as she finishes surveying my wear,
'So you are going for the chic but sexy look,hmm?'

'I am going for the flaming hot but can also kill you with her bare hands look.'

'Well,there is no argument there.'

'Where's your knife?',I ask her,wondering where she hid it in that gown.

Zoe only turns to the door,grinning,the glitter in her brown hair catching the light and looking extravagant,

'A magician never tells.'

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We enter the huge ballroom and the first thing I does is look up.
To the ceiling.

Every year,the Mate Gala has a customised chandelier,designed as a certain symbol of the Underworld.

This year beats the rest.

Because the multiple chandeliers that are hanging over the thousand heads of masked men and women right now have black diamonds glittering fron the chandeliers.

Bombs.
They are all shaped as bombs.
Black and white bomb chandeliers with studded stones that shine.

Beautiful.
It's perfect.

Now you might think,dear ladies and gentlemen,that don't Zoe and I look weird side by side?

One is donning a luxury gown while the other(me) looks like she's in to go to the bar and ready to pick a fight with any lad who looks at her the wrong way.

Of course,we would come as absurd as a pair,if not for the crowd milling about in front of them,with their masks and diverse clothes.

That's right.