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“Adriana,” she whispers as she pulls me into a tight hug.
Her black hair smells like lavender. It always does. She has it flowing down her shoulders. Her beautiful yellow dress is snatched at the waist. She has an equally protruding bosom, just like mine.
“I’m so sorry he did that to you,” she whispers in my ear.
“It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”
She lets go of me and shuts the door.
“Father’s an asshole,” she mumbles. I arch my brows, surprised she actually said that. Out loud. “I’ve always wanted to say that,” she laughs nervously.
“You’re meant to be the perfect daughter.”
“Oh, please, I wish I was as strong as you are. You remind me a lot of Madre,” she replies.
I sigh heavily as I plop down on my bed. “I hate that you are going,” I confess. She lies next to me. We both stare at the ceiling. I feel her eyes on me for a second before she returns her gaze back to the ceiling.
Beatrice and I got our blue eyes from Mother. The only feature of Father so visible in her appearance is her height. She’s only a few inches shorter than Father.
“I don’t want to leave you here with Father.”
The room grows quiet, with both of us lost in our thoughts.
“I met with Malgeri’s son the other day at Elixir. Actually, he tried to kill me,” I blurt.
“Adriana!” Beatrice exclaims, changing her position to sit upright and look at me. I leave out the part where I ran to him, and we had sex.
“You need to be more careful. I don’t know what I’d do if I lost you.” Her blue eyes bore into mine. I can see every line of concern in them.
“I will. I promise.”
She takes my hand and holds on to my pinky tighter.
“Pinky swear,” she adds.
I roll my eyes dramatically as I repeat the words after her. I’ve never really taken it seriously but I do it anyway to please her.
“Now get dressed. Gabriele and his father are coming over soon.”
“Wait… isn’t it too early?”
“Father wants to meet them both,”
I nod, holding myself together.
“And Adriana... I have someone I would love you to meet, too.” She winks as she walks out of the room in a jiffy.
I take the red purse I had just retrieved from Alessandro and take my phone out of it. A piece of paper falls on my bed as I grab my phone. I see some scribbling on it—Alessandro’s name, number and address.
I guess he isn’t the asshole I thought he was before.
It’s exactly 11 p.m. on the clock as I walk into my closet. I take out a blue dress and have myself dressed in no time.
The dress fits in all places as I stare at myself in my dressing table’s mirror. The heart-shaped neckline has my cleavage showing.
I style my hair in a high bun with two strands falling at the front and match the dress with silver dangling earrings.
“Adriana… they are here,” Beatrice calls from out the door.
