Oh. My. God. It's 6:30. I have 30 minutes to be fully dressed...
Im never reading again.
Thankfully, I already planned my outfit.
Im wearing a black silky dress that fits my curves perfectly. It ends mid-thigh, and it has a spaghetti strap,
im wearing a ruby necklace and matching earrings,
but my face is a disaster.
When I first got here, they only brought a few things of mine, the essentials. No makeup - like, who doesn't class that as an essential?
As I stand infront of the bathroom mirror, frantically looking for mascara, I realise how fucking sexy I am.
I hope living with Valentino will boost my confidence.
my mind pauses.
I accidentally smeared eyeliner all up my cheek.
''Fuck,'' I mutter, it was looking so good too. I'm literally never gonna get it looking that good again.
I need to get heels, but first im going to finish off my eyeliner, and NOT ruin it.
My hair is down so that I can
let the wind rush through my hair,
I hope he says something tonight like
'you look so beautiful tonight, Elizabeth'
I swear to god, if he lets me
down on our first date, im never fucking him again - all truths!
wait..am I going on my first date with a rich guy?
Turning around with another mirror to check the back of my hair, nothing can ruin today, right?
Anyways, I can't wait. Im practically bouncing off the walls!
I have eyeliner on that I found in the bottom of one of my bags from home, No perfume because I DONT FUCKING HAVE ANY! Mascara, my black dress, and some matching black heels. As im admiring the sexy beast in the mirror, doing poses that I hope no one will ever see (even natashca hasn't seen them), I hear Valentino shout from downstairs.
"Elizabeth, come on! Its already 7:15!" oop.. I might have gone overtime, but its okay. I hurry downstairs to see my Valentino, his hair slicked back, a hair struck loose. He wore his classic black suit, his beauty shone through the evil that hid behind him.
I smile at him as I wrap my hand around the banister, hurrying downstairs.
He kisses my forehead and rests his hand on my lower back after muttering, "You look.." releasing a breath he didn't know he held, "stunning."
I blush at his comment, but that's just the bare minimum."You look handsome, Valentino." I grin, he seems to have taken that heavily because a blush plasters his cheeks, but he takes it away as soon as he notices it.
"You smell good too," he whispers.
I scoff, this motherfucker.
"I'm not wearing any perfumes."
"I know. " he takes a minute just looking at me, well admiring.
Taking a breath, "Lets go," He says.
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