”Honestly, you’ve become such a dick since mother died.” I snapped to the tall man in my doorway. He slumped over against the threshold, a frown crossing his features while his tired blue eyes locked onto mine. Pain flashed across his features as I stood my ground, my hands pressed tightly against the sides of my silver dress.
He said nothing for the longest time, the only sound between the two of us was his labored breathing. Once the sting of my words sunk in enough to stop hurting, he hung his head and paced inside of my room with a sigh, “I miss your mother too, Angelica-“ he began, but I stepped away from his reaching arm.
“You don’t deserve to mourn her,” I hissed back, stepping beside him and shoving past his shoulder to storm out of my room. My deep red heels clacked on the tile of the hallway, leading me further down the corridor of golds and silvers. I couldn’t believe that even with my 18th birthday passing that my father would still control every aspect of my life. I’d show him. He’d see just how much of me he could control, and I’d show him tonight.
You see, my family was hosting a wedding for my cousin. Even though my father, the Don, was against the union, she had married the distant relative of his enemy. An invite had to be extended, and not only 10 minutes ago my father had tried to forbid me from attending.
I pushed open the French doors to the foyer of my father’s Spanish style mansion, glimmering sapphire irises peeling the crowds for a familiar face. If he’d chose to hide me, I’d make my presence more than obvious. I would not be his fragile turtledove, and just as my eyes landed on the first familiar face in the crowds - a plan began to hatch in my head. (your character’s last name)’s son, a charming young man with the spite of a lion. I’d pay to see the look on my fathers face if he were to see me with him… and there was only one way to find out.
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