Eres Mía

~ 19 ~

I left his office and went to get ready. I put some lotion on my arms and legs then slipped on my dress. I looked at myself in the mirror then called my mom and asked her to zip up my dress.

"Mi hija es muy hermosa!" she exclaimed as she walked in.
[translation: my daughter is very beautiful]

"Gracias Mami, aren't you going to get ready?"

"Sí mija I have time though. I wanted to give you this."

She handed me this simple necklace with a rose charm. It was rose gold and the detail on it was incredible.

"Mom... I love it. It's so pretty."

"It was abuela's. She gave it to me when I turned 18 and I loved it."

She put it on for me and l looked at myself in the mirror. I felt amazing. Mami smiled at me as she told me to head down the stairs since everyone was waiting for me.

I walk out the door and step down the stairs, sliding my hand down the banister. The heels I wore had straps on and as they hit the marble floor at the bottom, the noise echoed loudly.

I felt all eyes on me as I stood there in my outfit. Then Enzo and my father stepped out from the side and approached me.

"Ella es muy bellissima no?" my father said, mixing Spanish and Italian as he spoke.
[translation: she is very beautiful no?]

"Sí don, ella es muy hermosa."  Enzo replied, looking at me up and down with an emotion in his eyes that I couldn't put my finger on. 
[translation: yes don, she is very beautiful]

"Shall we?" He said, placing his hand out for me.

"We shall."
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"Mr Cortez, where is your daughter?"

"Está au hija aquí, Señor?"
[translation: is your daughter here sir?]

"Quella è tua figlia?"
[translation: is that your daughter?]

The paparazzi bombarded us with questions and shoved cameras in our faces but we were able to get away without saying anything incriminating.

Papa and Mami went to sit at the table whilst Enzo lead me to the bar.

"Sprite and double vodka." Enzo told the bartender, "You want anything?"

"You got Don Nacho tequila?"

The bartender nodded and went about making our drinks. As he did, I faced the party to see women and men dancing together and drinking champagne. I had always wished to be at a party like this when I was younger and now here I was.

As I scanned the crowd and sipped my drink, I caught someone staring at me. My eyes widened as I saw who it was.

"Dallas." I whispered to no one in particular.

Although, he looked much more different from the last time I saw him. Then I noticed it. The flaming skull tattoo. Fucking hell.

"Enzo. Enzo." I said, rapidly tapping his arm.

"Dios mio Lucía, what?"
[translation: my god]

"Dallas is here."

"As in that asshole who got your sister pregnant?"

"Yeah- How do you know about that?"

"Tu padre me dijo."
[translation: your father told me]