My Bodyguard

Chapter 4

Mia's POV

"If you don't get that dress, I will." Leia jokes, though I know she wasn't.

"It's cute, but I don't think it's the right dress for me," I say hesitantly, looking at myself in the mirror. "Can you pass me the red one."

Grabbing the dress from her hands, I fitted myself in it. Stepping out the changing room, Leia's mouth dropped wide open.

"Holy shit! You look fucking hot!" She exclaims, rushing towards me, admiring the dress. "If I were a man, I'd fuck the shit out of you. Seriously Mia, you look incredible." I felt myself heat up. Looking in the mirror, I do look good, maybe more than good.

The dress fitted so well, showing all my curves. It was a red beaded dress, spaghetti straps, a high slit along the side of the dress showing my long legs to the audience.

"I do look good, don't I." I spin around, looking at it at a different angle. The light reflexes against my red dress.

"You look amazing Mia. Any man would be lucky to have you."

"Thanks Leia." Thank goodness I had Leia with me, because I wouldn't have known what I would have done without her. An idea popped in my head. "Do you wanna pick out a dress. My treat for dragging you here." She chuckles, as she nodded.

She chooses a tight, red bodycon dress. Not a surprise it was red. That is basically her signature colour. Red.

Paying for both of our dresses, we exited the shop, which by the way was the most expensive clothing shop out here.

"I heard about the attack today," she says, a sad smile on her face. "Is Adam alright?"

I sigh, wanting to forget about it. "Once I get my hands on that piece of shit. Argh!"

Leia laughs beside me. "Don't worry. We'll show him to never mess with the bad bitches." She loops her arm with mine, pressing a kiss on my cheek.

"You bet."

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"Make sure to stay out of trouble, including you Mia. I don't need a dead person sprawled on the table for dessert tonight." It really wasn't my fault. The dude couldn't keep his hands to himself, and the world didn't need him around, and my knife thinks so too.

"Tell them to keep their hands to themselves then," I fire back, crossing my arms.

My dad sigh, knowing he won't get through me. You got that right. "I want you to meet some people tonight. And I want you to show them some respect." Respect is my specialty, most of the time. "Adam make sure your sister doesn't get into any trouble. I've already got shit on my hands."

I scoffed. "Wow, thanks dad," I sarcastically said. "Love to know you have some trust put in me."

"Don't worry dad, I'll make sure of it." Adam pulls me away from dad and through the crowds.

Everyone wore a dress or a suit which would be discarded after the night was past. A sweet melody was drifting across the atmosphere. A collection of violinists, harp players, and pianist were placed at the far end of the hall, and I could identify the smells of different inscents which had been placed at various intervals around the room.