"It really is a shame that such a pretty face is about to get so fucked up." I say as I run my finger down his jawline.
"Even more so that it was wasted on an asshole like you." I add.
"Feel free to sit on it anytime you want, Tesoro." He replies.
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- Chapter song: Maroon, Taylor Swift - (The emotional attachment I have with this song is not healthy)
A long chapter to make up for my absence 😌 Enjoy (if there's mistakes, it's bc I didn't have time to edit)
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"I don't like it." I say
"What's there not to like?" Gigi asks.
"You mean besides the fact that it's itchy as hell and way too long on me?" I say as I look down at the dress I'm wearing.
"Once you put your heels on it won't be as long and as for the itchiness, that's just something you're gonna have to put up with unfortunately." She says.
"I'm not wearing it." I begin to take it off.
"That's the fourth dress you've said no to. My closet isn't endless, you know. What's gonna happen when there aren't any dresses left for you to try? You gonna go naked?"
"What else you got?" I ignore her sarcasm.
She sighs and rolls her eyes before going back into her closet. She comes back out holding a dark maroon dress.
"Try this."
I slip it on and she does the zipper up at the back. It's long with a slit up one leg, spaghetti straps and a deep v neckline.
"You're wearing that. I don't give a fuck what you say." Gigi says and begins to put the other dresses I tried on back on their hangers and into their protective bags.
"I don't understand why we are going to this thing anyways. It's some ancient guy's birthday, big deal. It's not like he hasn't had a million of them already." I tell her as I change back into my normal clothes.
"Because," She says, standing up to put the dresses back in her closet. "That 'ancient guy' is our uncle."
"And what does that have to do with me?" I ask.
"Look, Enzo will never tell you this, but he needs your help." She turns back to me.
I scoff. "Why would he need my help?" I ask, mockingly.
"Because, after our dad died, our uncle took over as for a little bit."
"I thought Enzo immediately went into power." I question.
"He did. But because he was so young, our uncle acted as an advisor of sorts, and Enzo was glad to have help from our dad's brother while he learnt how to take control. My brother was technically the new Don but our uncle really made all the decisions until Enzo was eighteen." Gigi explains.
"So, where does my help tie into all of this?"
"I'm getting there. When our uncle officially passed the reigns over, he told Enzo that until he got married, he would continue to advise him, although the ultimate decisions would be made by Enzo." She says.
