The Perfect Lie

04

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So far, I think I've done about five or six nervous pee's in the last thirty minutes. This is a huge thing for me and I'm honestly crapping my pants with anticipation.

Cora helps me into my dress, with my hair and makeup already done. She fastens the zip up at the back and brushes the material down, ridding any creases.

"Sei molto bella, Sofia." She smiles. "Questo vestito è molto elegante."
[translation: you are very beautiful, Sofia. This dress is very elegant]

"Thank you, Cora." I say appreciatively, watching as she walks over to my window and pulls back the curtain to let some more light into the room.

She leaves me be and I glance over at the clock, noticing that it's almost time to leave. Just before I go, I pick up my phone and call my best friend, wanting her last minute approval.

The call connects almost immediately. "You look amazing." Amalia squeals as she stops pottering around her kitchen to look at me through our FaceTime call.

"Thank you." I smile as I glance down at my dress. I really do feel like a princess in it.

"You have to let me know what it was like when you get back. I want all the deets!" She instructs and I laugh, agreeing to fill her in.

"Of course. Who else would I tell?" I quip.

"Go have fun. Call me later." She smiles as we say our goodbyes.

I feel like a million dollars in this dress and I love how good it makes me feel. I actually feel like a grown woman, wearing something that makes me feel confident. Not just Renzo Antonelli's sister who is locked away in her bedroom like a disobedient child.

There's a knock at my door and I call out for whoever it is to come in. The door opens and Lula appears, looking stunning, may I add. Motherhood looks great on her and she's literally glowing.

"Oh wow. Sofia.. you look.." She says as she walks into the room. I blush, glancing down at my dress as I sway it from side to side. "Holy shit, you look beautiful!"

"Thank you," I smile. "So do you."

She approaches me, her long blonde hair swaying behind her. "Although, I can't say Renzo will be too pleased when he sees this dress. Leandro will probably set it on fire."

I chuckle, shrugging my shoulders. "Yeah, probably."

"But you don't care anymore?" She asks, clearly already knowing the answer.

"Well, it's not that I don't care.. I'm just tired of caring." I say.

She smiles at me. "Either way, you still look sensational."

"Who's watching Rose tonight?" I ask, changing the subject.

"Cora." She explains. "She always jumps at the chance to watch her. I've told her numerous times that we'd hire a nanny but she keeps telling us what a waste of time it would be when she's always here anyway."

I shake my head with an amused grin. Cora has doted on Rose ever since she was born. It makes sense that she'd always volunteer to look after her whenever the opportunity came up.