Running From Mafia

CHAPTER-6 FINALLY,THE MEET

Finally, we arrived at our destination, and I found myself standing at the entrance, taking in the magnificent sight before me with awe and admiration. The grandeur of the place was mesmerizing, and I couldn't help but feel grateful that Roman had convinced me to attend the gala.

As Roman stood beside me, my inner voice playfully mocked the fact that he was my date, and I couldn't help but agree. A giddy feeling filled my stomach, and a wide smile spread across my face. Lost in my thoughts, I was startled when Roman called out to me, snapping me back to reality.

I gave him a nervous, sheepish smile, shaking my head slightly in response. He broke the silence and suggested we go inside if I was done admiring the exterior. Feeling a rush of embarrassment and endearment, I concealed my emotions and jokingly caressed my heart, telling him he had hurt me for real this time. He chuckled and shook his head before taking my hand and leading me inside.

The enchantment of the evening continued to captivate me as we made our way through the event. Everywhere I looked, I saw signs of opulence, power, and wealth. It felt as though I had stepped onto another planet, and I couldn't help but imagine myself as Cinderella at the ball. Silly as it may seem, I was determined to make the most of this extraordinary night.

Our first order of business was to greet Mr. and Mrs. Maxwell. We approached them, and I introduced ourselves, expressing gratitude for their invitation and complimenting the amazing event they had arranged. Mrs. Maxwell smiled warmly and thanked us for attending, urging us to enjoy the party. We exchanged small smiles and curt nods before moving on to allow them to greet other guests.

Finding ourselves standing near the bar, I leaned against the table for support as my feet were in agony from the high heels I was wearing. Roman seemed preoccupied with checking out other women, and I couldn't help but groan at the revealing outfits they wore. It felt as though they were barely covering anything. Annoyed, I tilted my head to look at Roman, only to have my mood sour even further.

Roman, my so-called best friend, was giving me an irritated look and exclaimed, "What the hell?" I couldn't believe his nerve. My tiny crush on him died in that moment. I burst out at him in annoyance, expressing my frustration at his lack of attention and engagement in our supposed conversation.

He responded with his million-dollar smile, and I immediately knew what was coming next. He said, "Ella, this place is incredible. We can chat later, I promise. But for now, let me enjoy the scenery, alright? You wouldn't want your friend to die single, would you? I'll be back in a moment. I think I need something sweet to eat."

With that, he turned and started moving towards a blonde woman who had caught his attention. She was dressed provocatively, with a curvaceous figure and enhanced features. Many men were eyeing her, including Roman, and she reciprocated the attention. Roman looked back at me, giving me a wink before disappearing into the crowd with the woman.

Disgusted by their behavior, I didn't even want to speculate on what they might be doing together. Instead, I decided to focus on finding some fresh air and a place to sit and rest. My dress and heels were not helping my discomfort, and I had no interest in mingling with my colleagues either.

I wandered around the hall in search of a seat, but all the rooms I tried were locked. Determined, I decided to explore the backyard, hoping to find a suitable place to rest. After fifteen minutes of searching, I stumbled upon a breathtaking garden. The beauty of the perfectly manicured flowers and the vastness of the garden took my breath away.

Spotting a bench on the other side, I limped my way towards it, pushing my legs to endure a little longer. Just as I was about to sit down, my dress got entangled under my feet, and everything seemed to happen in slow motion. I stumbled forward, desperately trying to maintain my balance, clutching the bench for support with one hand while holding my dress in front with the other. The ties at the back of my dress came undone, and the threads hung in the air on either side of me.

Protecting my modesty, I instinctively held the front of my gown against my body. Thankfully, there was no one around to witness my embarrassing predicament, but I still had to figure out how to tie my dress back.

Struggling to tie the strings with just one hand, I grew increasingly frustrated. Suddenly, I felt a hand on my bare back, causing goosebumps to rise. My back was pressed against a man's front, and the roughness of his hands indicated that it was a male. Panic washed over me, and I began to scream, but before I could make a sound, his hand covered my mouth, muffling my cries. Fear gripped my body as I continued to struggle and scream.

"Stop screaming, woman! I'm not going to harm you," he said firmly, his deep voice filled with insistence. Reluctantly, I nodded, my eyes wide with fear. "I'm going to let go now, but you must promise not to scream," he added. I nodded again, and he released his grip on my mouth. Slowly, he removed his hand and proceeded to help me tie the strings of my dress back.

With my dress securely fastened, a sense of relief washed over me, though I could only relax partially. Determined not to look at the man's face, I quickly fled the scene, still walking with my back turned to him. All I wanted was to return to the ballroom; the man had frightened me, and for some reason, his voice sounded familiar.

I heard him chuckle behind me, but I ignored him and hurried back inside. The ball had become tiring, and all I longed for was to go home and relax. I was done with the event and had no desire to meet with my colleagues.

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