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Feeling betrayed by her friends and more
importantly family, Marceline decides...
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His party is tonight.
Aleksander has been over the plan with me, multiple times.
Four times on the plane, three times in this hotel.
Now he's going over the "rules"
The party is in an hour, so right now we're getting ready.
He pulls up the zipper on my dark green dress, while I look in the mirror and smooth out the shiny, velvet material.
The dress has lace at the top lining, covering my chest slightly but because of my push-up bra the line peeks through perfectly.
Aleksander is wearing a dark green button-up, the same color as my dress.
Leaving two buttons undone, and wearing a black coat over it. Not enough to hide the green because the coat isn't buttoned up.
He's not wearing a tie because this is more of a casual party, less business, more pleasure, my favorite style.
"Xavier and Izabella are already driving there," he tells me, I turn around and button up his shirt.
"Okay, what about Celeste and Louis?" he sighs "They're busy."
He gives me a look, one that shows he's disgusted, and tells me they're fucking. I start laughing.
He smiles and takes hold of my hand; leading me to the door.
We walk out into the hallway and sure enough, we can hear noise in the room across from ours.
Aleksander covers my ears, not before apologizing and pushing me toward the elevator.
I almost fall over trying to contain my laughter. The elevator doors close and he moves his hands, then starts fixing my hair because he moved it back;
I didn't actually style mine, I defined the natural curls but he combed his back.
"Do you remember what I said?" he questions "about you being here, how there are certain rules."
I nod suspiciously "Ones that we will negotiate on" He tilts his head and scratches the back of his neck.
"Some of them." I glare at his reflection in the elevator mirror.
"Continue" I order in a firm voice, the elevator doors open and we walk to the side exit.
He laughs at my irritation and pushes the glass door, walking out first and holding the door for me "You can't kill anyone." that is somewhat agreeable, but the odds of that are slim.
