Rebecca Downhill (Becca) has known nothing in her life but a strict father who is involved in businesses with the Italian mafia in NY, an absent mother who has taught her to be obedient and fulfill her duties towards the family, and a twelve years o...
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Smokey eyes, pinkish cheeks, sheer pink gloss, and hair in some loose curls falling on my shoulders, my reflection in the mirror makes me try to remember when it has been the last time I've felt shivering with anxiety, much like I feel now.
And of course, it was with Lucas.
The only difference is that tonight I feel like being another woman and right here and now I decide that starting tonight my name is Becks.
Becca is no more. She has remained in the places I've left behind, together with the memories of my previous life.
It feels like ages ago and at the same time it feels like the only reality for me.
I keep staring at myself in the tall mirror which is reigning my room.
My black dress covers tightly my hips, bracing my generous curves in all the right places and I smoothly slide my palms over the velvet of the fabric as if I have forgotten whose body this is, and I need to remember.
Turning sideways and checking myself once more I think that my naked back will be more emphasized with my curls gathered up in a loose bun.
So, I lift my hair, fixing it with a few hairpins and I smile, satisfied with the result.
I'm having a date tonight, a date with Enzo.
I want to see the best I've ever done. For Enzo.
I feel like I owe him at least that, for everything that he does for me.
I know he may never have a place in my heart as Lucas does, but he grows nicely in there, and once leaving everything back home, my old life, my love, and hopes, I know I can be a new woman and I want this new woman to belong to Enzo.
But even with all these grandiose plans I have, I still see my reflection in the mirror wearing a shy tone of sadness on my face, and I realize that, as grandiose as my plans are, they are also scaring me.
It's scaring me because I don't have Lucas close. In his twisted way, he has always made me feel safe, maybe not safe from himself, but definitely safe from any other harm that might reach me.
He's my safe house. He's my shelter and now I'm supposed to learn to live without him.
I take a deep breath, manning up and shaking away all the fears in my heart. This is the beginning of my new life, and I must embrace it with courage.
Enzo said I should be ready by 6 pm. It's time now.
I slide my feet in the silver heels and grab my purse when I hear someone knocking at my door.
It's 6 pm. Sharp.
I add one last puff of perfume to my wrist and walk towards the door.
Opening it with a shy smile I see a handsome Enzo standing in front of my eyes, looking gorgeous in a black Armani suit and a black bow tie on the collar of a crisp white shirt, holding a red beautiful blood red rose in his hand and a ravishing smile on his lips.
