These dresses had it all.
It fit the colour theme,
I could put my gun on my thigh and fight if I had too,
The neck lines, weren't too mature,
They have pockets,
They are also really pretty,
And they definitely showed power.
I had found other dresses in here who were amazing, but never just made me look dangerous and power enough for a mafia family, who made me look too innocent and stuff.
Or who were just not for my age yet and made me look way older than I actually am.
Or not in the colour scheme.
But were so beautiful, where I wished that I could take those, but couldn't.
I mean who wouldn't want to be in these dresses.
From the two I was probably going to have to choose out of I was still doubting.
I mean I like those, but I also really love the first 3 from the dresses that I couldn't take.
They just made me look too innocent and small, just not powerful.
They made me look like I hadn't experienced everything I've had in my life.
And I hate that, but I can't help but love that first one, the one who has glitters.
The rose gold kind of colour, it also had everything just like the first two, the black and green ones I mean.
But it made me look so....I can't explain it.
One problem I had with all of these dresses though, was that you could see all my scars on my arms.
Those made sure that everyone around me knew that I do have faced the horrors of the world, but I-...I don't like them.
Most people say they love their scars and accept them, that they made them stronger, but I don't feel that way.
I don't want people judging and seeing my scars.
But they showed in all of my now three options.
That black dress does make me again look older then I am, but if I wore that one, I would match with all of my brothers and cousins who are all going to wear black suits. The others are matching with their wife's dresses.
The green one I like, but the one with those rose gold sparkles, I love.
Aahhh why is this so hard.
Never in my life had I been having trouble choosing clothes.
With my scars on display, I could wear the rose gold dress and people would still know what happened.
The allies from our mafia's probably already know that I was kidnapped, they can put 1 and 1 together and know that that probably wasn't all rainbow and sunshine.
I think that I'm going to take the rose gold one.
It does have a split like the black and green one where I can strap my gun to my thigh and I can fight in it.
It fits the colour scheme.
It screams power if I act like it too.
It has pockets and it doesn't sit uncomfortable so that's also a good thing.
It's not to big, it's around the size of the green one, for the skirt I mean.
I think this is the one.
I grabbed it and walked back to the changing room for the hundred time.
My aunts and grandma had already found theirs, so now they had decided that I need to make a model show for them.
That started around half an hour ago, I'm tired of changing.
When they saw the dress, they smiled brightly.
"Oh, I think that's the one."
"It's going to fit you so well"
"Omg, don't leave us waiting, hop hop I want to see"
I laughed and headed into the changing room.
I took my clothes of and changed into the dress.
And-...
omg.
I-..
I have no words.
It's amazing.
I snapped out of my shocked state when my aunt Valencia asked if I was done changing.
"Yeah" I called back out.
I opened the curtain and walked too them.
Their mounds fell open at the sight of me.
"Wow'" Grandma said.
"Perfect"
Aunt Valencia couldn't even form any words.
"I think this is the one that I want to wear" I smiled.
The others quickly nodded yes, "yes absolutely we're buying that one." Grandma called out.
I smiled before changing into my normal clothes again.
We went to the register and grandma decided to pay for all of us which we are grateful for before we headed to a shoe shop.
We all just got heals that matched with the dressed that we chose for ourselves.
Even I got heals, they are not really tall, but they are good and pretty, they fit perfectly with my dress.
We were now heading to the suit tailor, because the men of the family aren't done yet.
It's understandable though, they need to be measured to in the tiniest details and they need to that...a lot of times.
Walking inside I saw dad and ran to him.
I gave him a hug which he returned, "hey principessa, did you find something to wear? How did it go?"
"It was good, we had a lot of fun, but I'm tired now. And yes, I found an amazing dress, it's really pretty." I smiled.
"That's good" He said as he pressed a kiss to my temple.
"How many of you guys need to be measured yet?" I asked.
"Only me and your grandpa when they are done with measuring your uncle Alfa."
"Okay, I'm going to go to the toilet in the mall real quick okay?"
"Okay, but be careful."
"I will, there are bodyguards surrounding this place, I'll be okay"
"Okay, but don't get into trouble okay and make sure you have your gun if needed"
"Okay, and yes I have it in the waistband of my jeans."
"Okay then, come back soon."
I nodded and left the shop.
I still remembered where the toilet is from the last time I'd been here so I went there.
When I finished my business in there and washed my hands, I started walking back to the shop.
On my way I saw some of the bodyguards who gave me a small smile which I gave back like always.
I was walking when suddenly someone called out my name, "Valentina!?"
Confused, I turned around looking for the person who called out my name.
I turned and saw this girl waving at me while coming closer.
When she was in front of me I asked, "I'm sorry, but do I know you?"
"it's me Britney, remember"
Shit.
Remember when I told you I smashed someone's head into a locker because that person was bullying me and I had a bad day and yeah....well that girl is now standing in front of me.
After that incident she moved and changed schools, no one knew where but I guess she's here.
"Oh..-"
I didn't really know what to say.
I'm not going to apologise for smashing her head into that locker, because she did that to me on a daily basis years ago.
She was like them, but in school.
She helped make my life miserable.
Anger started coming up, remembering what she did to me and others.
"-Britney long time no seen"
Maybe she changed over the years?
"Don't start acting nice you bitch, you pushed my head in a locker."
"You bullied me, I just stood up for myself." I defended.
" So what if I did, you gave me a scar on my head."
I just looked at her, what did she want me to do.
"Okay?, you gave me scars too what do you want me to do about that."
"Ugh, that's not why I'm here. I saw you walking in with Blake and the rest of the Hernandez family. Stay away from them, definitely from Blake he's mine. I saw how his arm was around you, you filthy slut. Stay away from my boyfriend." She sneered.
My blood was boiling over at this point, she's making me so so fucking mad.
Jikes, why is Blake going out with this horrible shit stupid bullying slut-shaming annoying bitch.
"No" I stood my ground.
"No?"
"No, I'm not going to stay away from the Hernandez family and the hell would Blake date someone like you, you're horrible."
"Stay.away.from.them" She threatened.
"Or what?" I mocked her.
Suddenly she slapped me out of nowhere.
My head flew to the side from the impact.
I didn't hold back and gave her a hard punch back.
She looked to me shocked as blood fell down the new cut on her cheek that my ring created.
She lifted her hand and touched the blood before lowering it again and staring at it.
"Oh you're in for it now you slut!" She yelled as she launched at me.