CHAPTER 6
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When I opened my eyes, Marco wasn't in the bed next to me. It was 8:28 when I looked at the time. He stated today will be hectic, so I made the decision to wake up.
After I finished my routine, I heard a knock at the door. Maria, the woman who did my hair and makeup the last time, entered after I gave the person permission to do so.
I greeted Maria by saying "hi."
She added with a smile, trying to hide her enthusiasm, "Hello Ma'am, I'm here to get you ready for the engagement party."
You can address me as Camilla.
"I'm unsure if boss-" I interrupted her as she was about to say.
"Marco won't mind if I let you, so don't worry." I said. She was clearly terrified of him.
"Then, let's get ready." She claims
I go to put on a lovely dress that she hands me.
The outfit was ideal for the situation. Not too exposed, but lovely.
In order for Maria to begin doing my hair and cosmetics, I sat down on the chair. when Marco walks in.
Hello, lovely. He says, which shocks me. But suddenly I understood why—Maria was here.
Hello, handsome. I responded, attempting to sound as natural as I could.
I had no choice but to speak, despite a faint shudder.
He approached me and gave me a cheek kiss.
You'll muck up my makeup, I say. I chuckled, attempting to contain my flush. He then began kissing my cheek, nose, forehead, and every other part of my face.
"Stop." I delicately tapped his arm with my giggle. He chuckled before entering the closet.
Maria appeared surprised and delighted at the same moment.
You two look good together. I just grinned at her as she spoke quietly so Marco wouldn't hear.
I was left alone with Marco when Maria finished styling my hair.
The memory of what he had just done made me blush, but Marco's voice jolted me out of it.
"You did well; just keep acting that way." I turn to face Marco when he says this.
How many individuals are expected to attend? I query Marco.
"Many, including family members and business partners. Thus, you must act appropriately. He spoke.
I responded, "I get it."
While I look through my phone, Marco gets dressed and heads to the closet.
He emerges wearing a black suit with a touch of red to go with my outfit. His hair was as flawless as usually.
He says, "Let's go," and I get up. He indicates with his arm that I should connect my own to his.
Stay at my side and exclusively converse with the women, please. But you shouldn't become too accustomed to them. I simply nodded in accord to what he stated.
I feel threatened as soon as we start to down the stairs since everyone is looking at us. Marco's parents come and greet us before we even enter the crowded hallway.
"You look lovely, Camilla." Roma, Marco's mother, says, to which I give my thanks.
We continue to meet people throughout the day, but I could feel someone's eyes on me, which made me feel uneasy. I initially disregarded it, but then I tried to look around to see who it was before realizing who was looking at me.
A stunning young woman is looking directly at me. Her beautiful shape was well accentuated by the black outfit. If I said she wasn't intimidating me, I'd be lying. I grinned at her and then went to face Marco.
As our eyes meet, he grinned at me. I smiled while still feeling a little stunned until I realized he was acting.
He adds, "You're doing great," and I think we need to seem like we're having a conversation, so I went on.
Why are there so many threatening people here? I smiled, "It appears that everyone is concealing their genuine motives beneath their manufactured grins.
They are, therefore that's why. He spoke simply.
He replied, "I'll get us a drink; stay here," and before I knew it, he had kissed my cheek and left. He made me flush a little, but I knew it was for the betterment of the populace.
The girl who had been staring at me earlier grabbed my arm and forced me to turn around.
So you're the girl that got in our way. She claims.
I responded, "Excuse me."
"You caught me," You're mistaken if you think you can take Marco away from me, she added, increasing her voice slightly.
She continued, "He's mine.
You're expected to be, right? I query
"Liliana, I'm his girlfriend." She chuckled as she stated.
I will be his wife in two days, thus I'm his fiancée. Getting upset, I said.
I wasn't sure if she was lying to me to test me or if she was attempting to end our friendship. However, I was familiar enough with Marco to understand that he didn't like girls like her. Our last night's chat served as proof.
"I have no faith in it at all. He wouldn't desire to bed a female like you. She debated.
She must like him for his appearance because she brought up s****l relations.
"Marco has mentioned girls like you to me. You desire him for his good looks, wealth, and s*x. I said that I could see the rage consuming her eyes.
"Did you really just call me a slut?" As she hissed.
"I didn't, but you did." I said.
When Marco seized her hand that was ready to strike me, I then saw her hand poised to strike me in the face.
"Don't touch my fiance," I said. He said while shouting. The eyes of the crowd shifted to us.
Who allowed this jerk in? HUH! PULL HER OUT. She was pushed onto a guard's arm as he spoke.
I was speechless from shock. Has he defended me?
After that, Marco kisses my forehead while holding my face in his hands. Although he was performing, it seemed so genuine. It could almost destroy me.
Are you alright? I nodded as he continued, sounding really concerned.
We focused on Marco's father as he spoke into the microphone.
Everyone, the party is finished. Thanks for coming. Marco's father makes an announcement while giving him an odd gaze.
As the inhabitants begin to depart, the house quickly becomes deserted.
I didn't know whether to thank him or justify my actions, so I went with my gut.
I said, "Thank you." He only nodded as I continued.
Before I could respond, Marco said, "You might need to take self-defense classes."
Yes, you'll begin following the wedding. I was unable to respond as he remarked in a chilly manner and left.
Why is he this way? He's talking to me in a happy tone one second, then he's frigid the next. I fail to comprehend him.
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