NEFARIOUS • JJK

• 7 • revolver rage

Bella sighs, "I assume you've never been out."

"Not exactly. Not on my own. I used to go to school but Poppy's bodyguards would be with me, and I was expected to directly come back home." I'll see the world for the first time. The market place where real people sell things. I've seen it on T.V. but my dream of experiencing it first hand excites nervousness and a head rush. "Can I buy something?"

"You're Master's wife. Of course, you can," she answers.

"Can I buy something for hi-"

"No."

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I am wearing a light blue sundress, brown shades and a pair of beige and white wedge heels. The dress has tiny sunflowers dotted all over. I'd never worn heels, they were uncomfortable as hell. I like sandals better. Bella insisted me on wearing this so I went along. I didn't care what I wore, I was heading out to explore the world! Well, the market place.

"I've to grab some groceries. You sure you'll be fine?" She turned to me while checking her purse. Valentino was strolling behind us, with Cara sitting on his shoulders. The sight had me envious but I stayed silent.

"Yeah." I nodded and watched as she leaned in to peck Valentino and giving a cheek kiss to Cara before walking away.

"What do you wanna do, Signora Jeon?" Val comes up to me, hands holding Cara's little ankles to prevent her from falling. I twist my fingers together, looking all around. I smelled risotto being made near by, I knew the smell well enough.

"Can I look around?"

"I'll be with you."

"Alright," I agreed with a shrug, I couldn't care less.

"Papa, can you put me down? I wanna roam with sorella." Cara's request made my heart pinch yet again. I know I'll never be able to be the same with her again. With none of them. I am slowly destroying their family.

"Sure, cara mia." The little baby girl is set on her feet. She runs to me and grabs my hand, I drown in dread when her tiny palm fills mine. Her smile at me is carefree as she pulls me into the bustling market.

Soon, I'm flying through hoards of people in the congested space. Fruits, vegetables, meat. I smell everything. Valentino lingers behind, keeping a check. I don't know if I'm allowed out of the mansion or not because Poppy didn't allow that, but it might be different here. Or so I think.

Vendors and hawkers set up stalls in the square and sell things. I ask Val every curious question I can: Why do they sell hats? Why are there rows of garlic? What's a trinket? Can I buy this knife? Can I get the bubble thing which Cara did? Do they sell drugs too?

I go ahead and examine a box of tubes. I pull at one and it pops open. Oh. Lipstick. My wide eyes look at the structure in marvel. Twist the tube and the lipstick comes out. How does it taste? I take a bit of it on my finger and touch it to my tongue. Ewgh! Weird tasteless sour. The vendor sitting there gives me a repulsed look. "This doesn't taste nice. What if we lick it when it's on our lips?"

"Don't lick," Cara advises while giving a cute shake to her head, making her ponytails dance.

"What is that, Val?" I point to a stall which has a lot of people crowding around.

"That's traditional wine, Signora. Normal people buy it like this." I nod my head in understanding. I've drank wine. White wine is disgusting. Poppy once brought thirty boxes filled with bottles of Chardonnay, I snuck in and stole some. I spit it out instantly. Though I liked red wine.

"Papa, slushies!" Cara, who was busy looking at a doll, rushes back when the slushie cart moves up. I look at it. It's colourful, balloons are attached to it. Cartoons printed on a side. I've never seen something so bright, it blinds me. I grew up in the dark.