Belladonna (Billionaire Boys Club #1)

Chaoter 26

Madelaina :

This night is going to be awkward.

Both of our families having dinner, at dome fancy restaurant no doubt, where we have to be proper and formal and civil.

What if he says something stupid? I can't help myself if I tell him he's a grade A stronzo.

In front of our parents that is.

If they weren't there I could call him worse. That is, if I can find the courage to do so. Though, he does somehow always bring out the attitude in me.

Stronz-

Dio. I can't even hold it back in my own head!

I pull open the cap of my lipstick. Matt and dark.

I smudge my lips with my gold ringed finger and stand back to admire my work.

I wear a short, strapless black dress. Two glove like sleeves run from my hands to my upper arms and my thigh high black boots complement them well.

Gold jewellery lays decadently over my golden skin. Rings on my fingers, necklaces around my neck rest on my chest. Glittering earrings dangle from my ears and other smaller ones are placed into my two other piercings on each side and two golden clips move the hair from my face. The rest hanging down my back like a chocolate waterfall.

My makeup is minimal apart from my darker berry lips and the slight shimmer of highlighter across my cheekbones and under my brows.

Flawless.

A perfect mask to hide what lies beneath.

But those truths will remain hidden. For now. Forever maybe.

Just until the storm inside me decides that it's ready to unleash itself. Plaguing not only myself but those around me. Whispering my secrets to them and singing songs of how much it delights in it. Ridding itself of the prison it has been forced to withstand. Finally being let free.

But not tonight.

I dig a grave and bury those urges deep, deep down.

Slipping on a black pea coat over my deadly attire, I choose a black Dior mini bag with a gold buckle. Fitting.

I look like a beautiful weapon. Edge and elegance.

Truly me.

It may be a mask but it is a mask of my choosing.

I was born into power and wealth. Might as well appreciate it.

I spray Jimmy Choo onto my neck and wrists before swiping my phone off of its charger and leaving my room.

Descending the stairs to the bottom floor, I see that no one is here yet.

My heels of my boots click as I walk over to the nearest sitting room and sit down in one of the sofas.

Checking the clock, I see that it's a quarter past six. We're supposed to leave at around seven and get there for a half hour after it.

Dio, I don't want to do this.

I lean my head back and take a deep breath.

There aren't many maids around here at this time because there isn't much to do so the house is a peaceful quiet.

It smells like rose petals and lemon mixed with the small aroma of bleach from what I assume they used to clean something. It's nice. Fresh.

The lemon reminds me of Nonna's cold drinks that she'd give us when it was hot. The beaming sun of Italy's Florence shining down on its people and its rays bouncing off of every surface.