I woke up with a start. I feel around the cold, empty bed. My semi conscious mind trying to figure out if everything that had happened the last couple of hours was reality or just a dream. I sigh as I swing my legs over the bed. A paper on my nightstand caught my attention. I hesitantly grab it.
"Tesoro, I had to somewhere to
be with Niklaus and I didn't
want to wake you up. I'll be back by
8. Be ready for our date by then.
I left you a dress in the closet.
Our date? What date?
I look around the dim room, barely any light peeking through the curtains.
Fuck! What time is it?
I scrambled on the bed, reaching for my phone on the other nightstand. 6:45 pm. I groan as I roll my eyes. Internally panicking at the fact that I only have an hour and fifteen minutes to get ready.
I throw a quick tantrum before getting up to go shower. I manage to shave, exfoliate, shampoo, condition, and have a melt down all in under 30 minutes. I wrap my damn hair in a towel after fastening my robe around my waist. I walk up to the bathroom counter to my mayhem of makeup. I take a deep breath before looking at my phone. 7:23 pm.
I quickly get to work on my face. I didn't have enough time to get creative so I settled on a simple look with a dark blush lipstick. I had to do something neutral, considering my dumbass didn't bother to look at the dress before jumping in the shower. When I was finally satisfied, I let my hair down. I took a big roller brush in one hand and my dryer in the other as I started to straighten and dry my hair at the same time. I look in the mirror.
This is as good as we're getting.
I rub lotion all over my body before fast walking over to my closet. I walk in and there hung a short, white with navy flowered dress. It had long sleeves and a deep V. A smiled spread across my face as I put in on, slipping on some simple black heels. I turn to the huge floor mirror in my closet, taking in my appearance.
Niklaus would have voluntarily shot himself in the leg before letting me leave the house dressed like this, and then there was Giovanni, who bought it for me himself.
I grab a black clutch, putting my phone, gun and wallet in it before heading out of my room. I was walking towards the living room when I heard Niklaus and Giovanni's voices coming from the kitchen.
They were sitting on the stools placed in front of the second island. Their heads snapped to me as my heels clicked against the kitchen's marble floors. I watched as both their eyes went wide. My eyebrows furrowed as I saw a familiar look in Niklaus' eyes. Jealousy. I quickly avoid his raging eyes as I turn my attention to Giovanni, who just looked at me in pure admiration, a proud smile on his face.
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***Content warning*** 18+ ONLY - Mature theme -Strong language Cattleya has everything she could ever want. She is jaw droppingly beautiful, her demeanor demands respect, her confidence unwavering, has access to more money than she could ever spend...