Hell's Company

Chapter 6 (Edited)

 By the time the day of the welcoming party had come along, I regretted making that promise, but it was clear that neither Michael nor Fia cared as they invaded my apartment and began looting my bar for my alcohol so they could pre-game. Fia pillaged my closet, looking for a dress for me to wear while Michael had turned on my stereo to blast music and gotten out some glasses by the bar. Both of them were already dressed, Michael in a tuxedo and Fia in a slender, long dress.

"If you don't go all out like you did last time, I will be very angry. Nothing short of your best effort, Persephone." She paused, probably to drink more of her cocktail. She had gained the wisdom to know not to drink hard liquor without diluting it prior to a party this time. "Would you like another long dress or no?"

"It's too much work," I whined from the bathroom because they had forced me to get into the shower. I toweled off my hair and blow dried it.

"Have you shaved your legs?" Fia called out.

"Uh, yes. Why?" I was self-conscious but thanked myself that I did because I was definitely not one of those girls who shaved their legs every day. If there even were girls like that, I didn't know. It took too much effort.

"Short it is." She paused again. "Or maybe I could find another long dress with a slit. You looked amazing in that last dress. Long dresses suit you."

"Agreed," Michael piped up from the other side of my apartment, yelling over the rock music.

"A long one would be fine." I peeked out of the bathroom, blushing because I had forgotten to bring any clean clothes in with me. "Get me a thong, would you?"

She sling-shot a skin tone one into my face. How she had such good aim, even after drinking, I had no idea.

"Thanks." I slipped it on and wrapped my towel around me again so I could look for a dress. Just like the week before, I let my hands skim over the fabric until I felt the one I wanted to wear; a rich, deep violet colored silk. I pulled it off the rack and held it up to me, revealing that it was actually one of those high-low dresses with a sweetheart neckline. Black lace infused with silver thread spread across the bodice and the silk fell down in loose waves to the floor. The shortest part of the dress was just above mid-thigh. I would have to be careful about flashing anyone tonight, but that only made me think about Luca, which left me blushing. "What about this one?"

Fia shot me a jealous glare. "How do you even do that?"

"Not sure."

"It's perfect, just like last time." She scrutinized it before adding, "Silver heels would go fabulously with that."

"Oh, what does it look like? Let me see!" I heard Michael's voice coming closer to my room.

"No! Let me put it on first! Stay out of my room!" I blushed, without him even being in here.

"Prude," Fia directed towards me.

"I don't like people seeing me naked, alright?"

"How many people have even seen you naked? Just me?"

"No," I grumbled, trying not to think of Lord Luca barging in while I changed. I dropped the towel and quickly put on the dress. This time, the zipper was on the side so I was able to zip up myself. I glanced in the mirror and gave a bright smile. "I like it."

"I do, too. I envious of your style."

"I see you've decided on a long dress this time."

"In a failed attempt to look elegant like you."

I rolled my eyes and left my bedroom, finding Michael helping himself to more of my alcohol. It took him a second to realize I was standing there, but when he did, he did a double take. I saw his Adam's apple bob up and down. "Wow, you look great already."