65. - Fiancée

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MY EYES RUN OVER THE DRESS ANTONIO had left in the guest bedroom of the compound for me, I was told to get changed here since it was easier to get to the place we were going to tonight

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MY EYES RUN OVER THE DRESS ANTONIO had left in the guest bedroom of the compound for me, I was told to get changed here since it was easier to get to the place we were going to tonight.

So much for choosing my own fancy but comfortable clothing.

I'm wearing a dark brown crisscross black less body con dress which has a large split up my right thigh. The dress hugs every curve of my body and reveals my average-sized baby bump.

Pairing the beautiful dress I'm wearing stiletto ankle strapped heels of which are a leather black colour, my hair tied up into a tight bun, my baby hairs gelled down and a few simple pieces of jewellery.

My make-up is light but still shines, my cat-shaped eyes popping out with the siren look along with the few beauty marks I had retrieved from my father.

God I haven't thought about him in a while.

"Hello? Are you ready?" Matteo knocks at the door for the second time. I sigh and quickly grab the sparkled purse matching my heels and head for the door, opening it to reveal him wearing a formal suit.

So maybe he does have a date after all.

"Where are you going?" I ask when he holds his arm out for me to take. Of which I do and follow him to the limo awaiting us.

"You mean where are we going," he corrects and opens the door for me. My face scrunches up in confusion once again, as it was for the whole of today.

Something is definitely going on.

"So you lied about your date..." I narrow my eyes at him.

He gives me a playful shrug and rounds up to the other side of the limo. "Who knows," he replies before telling the driver a very familiar address.

We sit in comfortable silence for the next half an hour, the beautiful city lights coming and passing in a blur as the driver continues at their high-speed.

We finally arrive at our destination, one that has my eyes bulging out of their sockets when I realize where the fuck we are not only that but how beautifully it's set up.

"M'lady," Matteo says holding his hand out for me. I blink twice and grab his hand, letting him help me out and close the door behind me.

"There was supposed to be some dramatic music but since Antonio is a boring fucker–" he says aloud. "–music is off the charts for today," he finishes.

I snort and slap his shoulder.

Next time he should try giving him hea-

Ok... Yeah no that's-

Rose petals are laid on the floor in a trail leading us to a table of two seats, a white table cloth on top with all my favourite foods scattered around.

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