Little Mafia Princess

3. Lets have some fun

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Ella's POV

It's been two hours since we got home. Skyler and I have changed into comfy clothes and are watching a random serial killer documentary on Netflix while snacking. As the clock strikes 8 p.m., Skyler stands up, turns off the TV, and looks down at me still lounging on the couch.

"Come on, Ella. Ollie will be here in an hour; we need to start getting ready," 

she says encouragingly, making me sigh.

"I'm still not sure about this. You know how much I dislike crowds,"

 I reply, feeling resigned, knowing she's not going to let me back out.

"I get it, but remember, Ollie and I will be with you all night, okay?"

 she reassures me.

"Pinky swear,"

 I say, causing her to raise her eyebrows.

"Really?" 

she groans, which makes me giggle.

"Yes, really. You can't break pinky swears or you'll be cursed,"

 I reply dramatically, prompting her to roll her eyes before extending her pinky. I smile and link my smaller pinky with hers.

"Alright, go get ready. We'll meet back in the living room in an hour. Make sure to wear something hot,"

 she says, walking to her room and closing the door behind her.

I get up from the couch and head to my room, closing the door behind me. Deciding to skip the shower since I had one this morning, I quickly chose an outfit from my wardrobe. After what feels like an eternity of searching, I settle on a short white dress with puffy sleeves and a tie-up string that accentuates my chest. I head to the bathroom, curl my hair, and apply a light foundation, highlighter, muted eyeshadow, winged eyeliner, and a touch of lip gloss.

A/N: Ella's outfit

I walk over to my full-length mirror and check myself out, trying to suck in my stomach and push out my chest before finally giving up. Sometimes I dislike being midsize; I wouldn't call myself skinny, but I'm not plus-size either. At least I've got a good bust and a decent butt, I think to myself before heading to the living room.

Skyler is already there, wearing a short black body-con dress with cut-outs on the sides, her long black hair straightened, and accessorized with heels and makeup similar to mine—though her eye makeup is smoky and her lipstick is a dark red.

"You know, you could just tell me I look hot," 

she laughs, making me blush with embarrassment.

"Y-you look nice,"

 I stammer, which makes her laugh even more. Just then, there's a knock at the door. Skyler opens it to reveal Ollie, dressed in a pale blue sweater, black ripped skinny jeans, and with small flowers tucked into his curly black hair.

"Well, don't you ladies look lovely!"

 Ollie says, making me blush while Skyler rolls her eyes.

"I know," 

she replies with a teasing tone, heading out the door.

"Thanks," 

I say quietly, following her. We all head downstairs and pile into an SUV. The driver informed us that Ollie decided to forgo driving and just booked an Uber for us.

"So, what's the name of this place?" 

Skyler asks as we settle into the car, with me in the middle and Skyler and Ollie on either side.

"It's called Lust," 

Ollie replies. I roll my eyes at the name. What kind of club is named Lust?

"I'm not sure I can do this,"

 I admit, feeling my anxiety starting to rise.

"Come on, it'll be fun,"

 Ollie says, pouting, which makes me laugh.

"Okay, okay, but no ditching," 

I insist, causing him to sigh.

"But what if I find the man of my dreams?" 

he says dramatically, making me laugh even more.

"Still can't leave me. Besides, you both promised," 

I point out matter-of-factly.

"Fineee,"

 he groans.

"Okay, we're here,"

 the driver announces. We thank him and get out of the car, only to find a line stretching down the street.

"Great, we're going to be waiting forever," 

Skyler complains.

"Not on my watch," 

Ollie says, causing both me and Skyler to look at him in confusion. He pulls out his phone, sends a text, and then grabs my hand, leading me to grab Skyler's. He drags us to the very front of the line, eliciting many complaints from those waiting. Just as I'm about to say something, a man with several tattoos, wearing a simple white button-down shirt and black pants, tells the guard we're with him. The guard lets us in immediately, and Skyler and I exchange bewildered looks.

"Ollie?" 

Skyler begins but stops as we enter. The club is enormous, featuring a dance floor with a DJ blasting loud club music, a central bar surrounded by tables and booths, and at the back, people walking others on leashes. I also notice people in suits or elegant black dresses mingling with those in very minimal clothing.

"What the heck?"

 Skyler exclaims, echoing my thoughts.

"Okay, so I might know a bit about this place already," 

Ollie says defensively. 

"I met someone here and wanted you guys to meet him. Please don't be mad."

He continues to hold our hands, looking between us. I glance at Skyler, unsure of what to do. She sighs and nods. Ollie smiles, dismisses the other guy with a wave, gives him a quick kiss on the cheek, and leads us to a booth. As we sit there, still in shock from our surroundings, Ollie returns with drinks for us and takes a sip of his own.

"Explain," 

Skyler demands.

"Okay, so this is a new club in town. I've been here before when it first opened a week ago and met Max, the guy who let us in. He's a regular here, so everyone knows him, which is why we got in so quickly. I just wanted you to meet him and have a fun night,"

 Ollie explains quickly. I glance at Skyler, who looks as shocked as I feel.

"It's okay, Ollie. You met someone who makes you happy, and you just wanted us to see," I say, causing him to smile.

"Yes, exactly," he says, returning my smile.

"Well, at least the music is good and this drink isn't bad," 

Skyler comments, making Ollie smile even more.

"I love you guys. Now let's have some freaking fun!"

 Ollie exclaims loudly, causing us to laugh. We finish our drinks and head to the dance floor. Maybe tonight won't be so bad after all.