*editing*
As long as she wanted to be his, he will always be by her side one way or another.
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People thought they got together fast. Way too fast for people who had just met, but if they knew just how important they meant to each other, they wou...
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As the two of them were in the car along with Tyler and Marcus, Calla couldn't stop fidgeting with her rings, she was extremely nervous. Calla was not the type of bend the rules, and the slightest thing that would get her trouble made her stomach turn. She's been in a room with murders before, but the fact that she was going to be in the presence of hundreds made it ten times worst.
"You're nervous," Stefano said.
"How did you know?" Calla replied still fidgeting with her rings.
"You play with your rings when you're nervous. Don't worry about it, stay by my side, and walk in with your head held high."
He noticed.
It wasn't like Calla wasn't confident, it was just strange to her and sort of hard for her own brain to comprehend. She's supposed to put these people to jail, that's why she went to law school in the first place, but instead she is out here partying with them.
"I forgot to give you this when we were back at the house," as he slipped a ring in a shape of a lion onto her ring finger.
"It's beautiful, but what's the reason for it? If you haven't noticed, I'm already wearing six of my own and sometimes even I think it is a bit of an overkill."
"You can know later."
Stefano was the first to get out of the car, then followed Calla who had Stefano's arm wrapped around her waist as soon as she got out, immediately wanting to establish dominance.
As the two walked in with Tyler and Marcus trailing behind, all eyes were on them. People there were curious. Who was this girl that stood beside Stefano Bianchi? The guy who always went to events without a plus one. Who was this person who was lucky OR unlucky enough to be by his side?
Calla walked in with her head held high and an emotionless face as if she was walking into another court case. She simply just had to imagine herself at the top of the hierarchy, that no one could touch her. She had to believe she was meant to be there and she knew it was always good to look confident. Confidence is what makes the opponent threatened to know that their presence didn't bother her.
She faked it, and as the saying goes, fake it until you make it. Which couldn't be more true because the fact was, to others, Calla looked like she belonged there.
Girls glared at her and some looked at her with admiration because they knew she had to be someone incredible, someone worth a lot.
"Oh my goodness, is that you Stefano?" A lady who looked like she was in her sixties started dragging her husband with her.
"Mrs. Tartel, long time no see. You look younger than the last time I saw you."
"Oh, darling stop it, everyone in this room knows your'e just pulling my leg," she said as she looked to the side. "Oh? And who may this be?"
