Dolore di Layla

Chapter 12

      Blanc knocked briefly and I waited excruciatingly for the door to be answered. My palms became sweaty with fear and I couldn't help but rub it against my black one shoulder ruched slinky midi dress.  My eyes moved to the python skinned clutch I held tightly by my side. These few seconds of waiting felt like agony.
       I resisted every urge to loosen my hair from the high ponytail it had been styled in. Just when I thought the agony wouldn't be over, the door opened to reveal Keva, my husband's sister.
This made me wonder why this family had servants but yet still answered the door everytime I came over.

        "great you're here" She rolled her eyes before letting Blanc and I in.

         I was extremely grateful at the choice of lipstick from my makeup artist, Red definitely made my face pop more and gave me both that resting bitch and sassy look.   
   A little pout was a better reply than to waste words on her.

     She was also fully dressed in a Pleated Cape Sleeve Burgundy Bodycon dress, paired with glass heels. She looked real nice but I hated her too much to dish a compliment

My mother in- law was already on her way to meet us when we walked into the living room

      "Good morning" I gave a weak smile

    "It's almost 1pm child, let's leave already " She replied rudely

it's not actually my fault I fucked up the greeting, she was too scary I just didn't know the right things to say around her. This female could put Lady Tremaine to shame, don't even get me started with her evil daughter Anastasia, nah, she's more like Drizella cause Anastasia had a heart atleast. I wasn't even her step daughter but I felt like Cinderella at the moment.

Blanc and I made our way back to the Bentley while Lady Tremaine and Drizella moved to get in their own ride, their guards scrambling around probably in fear of the duo.

The drive to the location was brief, before I knew it we were parked right out an orphanage.
"l'amore vive qui"
(Love lives here) were written boldy at the signpost.

I suddenly developed mixed feelings, I didn't know how to react or how to act at this place. How would this help restore my tainted image.

Immediately I alighted the vehicle, a petite red-haired female rushed to my side

"Good day Mrs Lucasino, please follow me. Everything has been properly arranged awaiting your arrival"

"Please call me Layla, you are??" I already knew she was my husband's Publicist, I just wanted to get her name

"I'm Brittney" She gave a smile.

Brittney prepped Xaviar's family and I on how to act at the orphanage fund raiser, I was expected to have close relations with both mother and daughter as the press would be taking lots of pictures and keeping an eye out for anything unusual .
As she spoke I couldn't help but notice the stress lines that appeared on her forehead.

Was she affected by this situation also?

Her brown eyes squinted ever so slightly you could miss it if you didn't look real close every time she smiled, she was indeed really beautiful that I couldn't help wonder why her ring finger remained void of a wedding band. I fought the urge to ask her why she wasn't married or at least engaged, she looked like a really nice soul.

When she was done briefing us on what to expect and how to act, both mother and daughter made their way in front while Britney and I followed behind.