The Most Wanted - ON HOLD

𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝟗

𝐒𝐨𝐧𝐠: 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐬 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐧𝐝

The day of the awaited masquerade party had finally dawned. We stood on the brink of a unique experience – attending a party orchestrated by the enigmatic mafia, a notion that had never dared cross my mind. Even if I had projected my thoughts into the distant future, spanning perhaps four decades, the idea of finding myself at such an event would remain utterly unthinkable.

Celine's reluctance echoed in her voice as she confessed, "Cinth, I really don't want to go. Seriously, take Louis instead." I couldn't help but chuckle at her proposal. "Girl, how can I replace you with Louis? And truth be told, I'm not eager to go either. But, we're sort of left with no choice if we wish to delve into Enzo's world," I replied, my words infused with a mixture of determination and curiosity. Exploring Enzo's environment had become an unexpected yet intriguing goal.

Celine rolled her eyes, her sigh reflecting her uncertainty. "By the way," she interjected, "I didn't really prepare for a mafia masquerade party when I came here. We definitely need to do some shopping." It was hard to disagree with her; neither of us had readied ourselves for such an occasion. "Alright," I conceded, "I've got funds in my account. To make it up to you, consider your dress covered." Celine waved off the notion. "Don't worry about that. Even if you weren't footing the bill, I wouldn't abandon you to face it alone," she assured, her response lifting our spirits. With a playful nudge, I lightly hit her shoulder in appreciation of her unwavering support. Rising from our seats, we set out to secure permission from the principal.

Upon opening the room's door, I was nearly startled out of my skin by the sudden appearance of Louis. "Oh my god, Louis?! You scared me half to death," I exclaimed, my surprise evident in my tone. "Sorry about that," he chuckled. "So, there's this package that came for you." My curiosity piqued, and I arched an eyebrow. "package? Okay Hand it over." Louis nodded, then added, "Yyyeeeaaah, you might need to clear some space though. It's quite HUGE. The assistants are on their way to bring it in."

I stepped aside to make room, feeling a mixture of excitement and bewilderment. "Alright, Let's see what this is all about."

A small team of assistants soon entered the room, pushing a trolley draped with a cloth cover. Four pairs of hands worked in unison to reveal what lay beneath the shroud. My attention flickered to Celine, who was now sharing my astonishment. "Girl, how much did you spend on this?" Celine inquired, her eyes widening at the sight. I couldn't help but offer a surprising response. "Would you believe me if I said I haven't ordered anything in the past two months?" I mused. Her disbelief was palpable, yet she gestured for me to unveil the contents.

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With a mix of hesitation and excitement, I extended my hand to pull back the cover. And there it was – an array of dresses, hanging before us in a breathtaking display. The dresses varied in colors, styles, lengths, and even luxury fabrics. My jaw dropped, my eyes widening in sheer awe. "Who could've sent it, is it anonymous?" Celine said, "Dunno, let's look for something.. like a note or so", I replied, she nodded as we began searching for a card or note to identify the sender. Celine moved to the back of the trolley, and she froze, I raised an eyebrow "You alright cel?" I ask, "Umm Cinth, anonymous you said?. More like revealed," she said, pointing her finger somewhere on the trolley

As I quickly moved to the back of the trolley, the word "Blackwood" came into view, emblazoned on the fabric, "what the-", my eyes widened in disbelieve, as I read the written name