𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬
"No, this one looks too provocative." Elliott uttered, after eyeing the off shoulder gown I wore with distaste.
Chiara, the designer, evidently trembled under his heated gaze and meekly informed, "S-sir, this was the last dress in my collection. If you want I ca-"
"Send the next designer in." Elliott calmly said, leaning back against the seat. He silently gestured me to go to the changing room and change into my previous outfit. I quietly obliged and went, already tired of this whole ordeal.
Currently, me and Elliott are in a mall, choosing our engagement outfits. Just the thought of it made my stomach churn.
That day when Elliott asked me to choose between Levi's life or marrying him, with a very heavy heart I agreed.
I agreed to sign my life away to the devil
I really wasn't given any other option though, it was a do or die situation. And I knew as a matter of fact that I will never risk Levi's life. He is the only family I have left, blood related or not. I don't think I will be able to go through another one of my loved ones death again.
So, I chose to marry him. The smirk Elliott gave me after hearing my response made my skin crawl. He kissed my forehead after that and hugged me tightly saying that Levi will be transferred into his private hospital and will be given proper medical care. That gave me relief and peace.
The wedding is in a month, which is too close for my liking but does Elliott care? No. When I told him regarding this he just gave me his classic threat about harming Levi. That shut me up real quickly since now Levi is in his private hospital, which means he can do whatever he wants to him anytime.
So now here we are, choosing a dress for the engagement, which will be held next week. Mainly Elliott is choosing everything. It is almost like my opinion doesn't even matter. He keeps rejecting all the dresses like he is rejecting
He already rejected five designer's collection by now. Chiara was the sixth one, poor soul looked terrified in the his presence.
After I was done changing, I walk outside while taking note of the busyness in the store. It was a bit too crowded for my liking but good thing we were led to the VIP section.
"Done?" Elliott asked, glancing at me from the side while talking to a man who was probably in his mid-twenties.
I give him a small nod and turn my attention to the man infront of us. He instantly bowed at me and greeted me in a smooth voice, "Good morning, Ma'am."
"Morning." I mumbled back, slightly confused who he is.
He nodded in response and turned to Elliott with a neutral expression. "Sir, should we discuss about Russian alliance later?"
"Si, you may leave now." (Yes.)
The man bowed at us and left, making me curious about what they were talking before my arrival. Is it something about the mafia? I noticed how Elliott never talks related to those stuff infront of me, much to my happiness. I don't want to hear them talking about murder anyways.
"Love?" Elliott's deep voice pulled me out of my thoughts as I looked at him, silently asking why he called me.
"What do you think about that dress?" My gaze followed to where he was pointing and fixated on the stunning mermaid gown the mannequin wore.
"It looks.. beautiful." I commented in awe. The gown was baby blue coloured with a huge butterfly on the torso area.
Elliott's gave me a faint smile and intertwined his fingers with mine before walking towards the mannequin. A female staff quickly rushes in and asks professionally, "In cosa posso aiutarla, signore?" (What can I help you with, sir?)
"Pack this dress and make sure it is of her size." Elliott ordered coldly before going to the cash counter. My eyes widened hearing him. I literally just complimented the dress and he bought it, without even checking the price. I wish I was this rich.
After he paid the bill with his black card, we left the store with my hand in his, clutched firmly. I think he still thinks I will try to escape. I already left that dream that day when he pointed the gun at Levi.
"The dress will look beautiful on you, sweetheart. I can't wait for out engagement party." Elliott said thoughtfully after a minute of silence between us.
I chose not to reply and kept my gaze forward as we went down by the escalator. I want him to know how much displeased I am with this whole marriage fiasco.
However, Elliott didn't seem the least fazed as he continued, "Do you want to have lunch here or-"
"Can we go to the washroom?" I cut him off mid sentence, feeling the familiar feeling of pain in my lower abdomen. Please tell me this isn't what I think it is. I am literally wearing a white dress right.
Elliott abruptly stopped when I cut him off, something he dislikes greatly. As he turned to me with a hardened look and was about to scold me, he noticed me frowning in pain.
"Are you okay? You look in pain, love." Elliott bent down to my face level and tucked a loose strand behind my ear while asking.
"J-just show me the washroom, please." I softly mumble while looking away in embarrassment. This is going to be so embarrassing.
"Right, of course." Elliott muttered and led me to the female restroom.
I scurried into the bathroom and to one of the stalls, ignoring the glare the random woman threw at because of my accidental push towards her.
I looked behind the back of my dress and groaned loudly. There was a patch of blood right there. I can't believe I was walking with this all day in this mall today. Is that why people were giving me that funny look?
I looked around the stall and saw there was nothing but a tissue roll. I held back the urge to just scream and sob. Is it that hard to provide public restrooms with some feminine products?
As I sat on the toilet seat in dejection, tears of pure frustration came in my eyes. Just some seconds ago I was feeling annoyed and now I feel like crying. Damn you hormones.
What do I do now?
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I am literally writing this while on my period 😭
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Stay safe and take care of yourself, Ilysmmm ♡♡
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