WHERE THE DIO SIMPS AT???????
If you simp for Dio then you're in the right place.
Just know that I was inspired to write this so I might use some ideas from other writers.
Leaving your home with your father to meet the Joestars and the newest member...
A/N: Let me just say that I DO NOT GIVE A JACKS ASS IF THE DRESSES I CHOSE ARE HISTORICALLY ACCURATE OR NOT. Thanks for reading, enjoy this chapter. :)
The next day I woke up early and got dressed. Maid Mayland had to help me dress:
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Once I was fully dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror and turned to the maid.
"Jacob didn't pick this one out did he?" I asked turning to her.
"No ma'am, it was your father," she replied gathering my dress from yesterday to wash them.
I rolled my eyes. Of course, my father picked this dress out. Don't get me wrong the dress is beautiful but it just isn't in my particular style, I usually prefer the dresses Jacob picks, I think he just likes seeing me in them but I can't hate on them, they are lovely.
As soon as Maid Maryland walked out of my chambers I took off this horrid necklace, choker thing. I looked better without it, it made my chest stand out and I prefer it that way. I put on white gloves and sat at my vanity to style my hair myself:
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Sorry if this hair texture doesn't match yours there's not much I can really do about that, use your imagination then I guess. Lol.
I decided to not wear a hat. I wasn't planning on going anywhere public today and if we did, I could always put one on later. I finished up my makeup and stood from my vanity. I straightened out my dress and looked at myself in the mirror again.
I almost never go all out on my hair or makeup but today I wanted to try something different, hopefully, Dio likes- hopefully . . . JACOB likes it.
I turned away from the mirror, sat on my bed and buried my face in my hand's careful not to smudge anything onto my gloves. I was beginning to feel things for my Dio situation, and I didn't know if they were good or bad, but I was nervous. The vile I found on the floor yesterday was defiantly Dio's and I can't say for sure what it is but it's very suspicious. Why would he have a vial of clear liquid? Why does he need it? I tried not to think the worst, I refused to.
I picked up the vile from my nightstand and placed it in my pocket, if anything I'm sure Dio has a reasonable explanation for it.
Breakfast was in 5 minutes and I had to be down there in time or else I'll be the cause of their food getting cold. I know they won't eat until I arrive. That goes for everyone, not just women.
