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"Marceline," she says in a panicked voice, making me a little anxious,
I kind of feel dizzy, I start coughing for
some reason I don't know.

"What's wrong, what happened?" I shake
my head and try to form words, but my
lips feel numb. I keep shaking my head
and finally manage to look her in the eye

"It's fine, sorry, what dress is this?"
I ask, looking at the pink fabric

She suspiciously looks at me but then sighs
and takes a few steps back, she poses in the beautiful dress and says "What do we think?"

I'm speechless, I don't typically like pink
dresses but this one looks so enchanting
against her smooth dark brown skin,

the jewels on it aren't bronze, silver,
or gold, but they somehow look like
all of them combined, I can't decide
how to describe them.

"Uh- I- you look so- perfect," I say
"You look perfect." she smiles and
puts her hand on her hips, laughing
when she looks at herself in the mirror

She tilts her head and says
"it comes with a cape." I start laughing,
getting out of the trance I was in.

"Please, don't wear the cape." she laughs
and nods her head, walking back into the dressing room.

I feel a light buzzing against the bench and look down to see Celeste's phone ringing, earlier she said she didn't want to answer
any calls because this is her time off
but when I decline the person calls again.

I pick up the phone and look down to read
the number to her, asking if it's urgent
"Hey Celeste, a num-" I read the number and realize who it is.

Not again, she's seriously going to do this again? I underestimate how badly
she wants revenge every time I talk to her.

I answer the phone.

"Listen, Celeste, she was here ten hours
ago, she might be back in New Zealand and Xavier doesn't believe they will let her go to
the mafia ball because it's a huge risk, and if anyone knows her it will be even worse."

he stops and waits for my response

It's so weird hearing his voice, I don't know how it can make me so calm and
anxious all at once. He isn't even talking to
me and I already feel something.

Well, I can't wait to kill him so I'll be rid of these feelings, the only thing
I might have is grief, and I've been through that enough so it's not a big deal.

"Celeste?" he says, trying to get some type
of answer. I snap back into reality and scoff.
I need to get to Italy.

I hang up the phone and turn around to see Celeste standing there, guilt clear on her face "Did you-" she looks at the phone in my hand

"hear me out."

This is going to be funny. I nod telling
her to continue, she laughs and says
"Okay, so, Aleksander and I talked-"

bitches. "-and he promised to help me get
Max, he just wants to find you and talk-"
oh really? does he want to talk before he shoots me? What a waste of our time.

"-I like you and I wouldn't have agreed
if I didn't think he was serious."

I laugh, I can't hold back, it's mostly angry laughter, and it's mostly at myself for being so stupid, alcohol makes you do outlandish shit.