7: The Dinner Day
1117 Words
Saturday night came as quickly as it should and I am getting ready for the dinner party. Honestly, I have mixed feelings about this because Richie never brings an employee as a date to a party. It's pretty weird that he specifically asked me to be his date - no, he didn’t ask me, he straight-up stated that I am his date. Which might be common because of his commanding behavior but still weird because he wants me to come with him.
Sighing, I couldn’t help but feel a bit frustrated sitting here in one position for so long. I hate feeling like I'm wasting precious time. There are so many things I could be doing right now, but thanks to this makeup routine, I have to sit still and do nothing - or so Rebecca says.
Rebecca's doing an amazing job with my makeup, but I gotta admit, she's taking her time. I've been sitting for like thirty minutes already and it’s getting really annoying.
It's like she read my mind because just then she says, "One last touch and we're done."
She carefully applies a bold red lipstick to my lips, closes the tube, and hands me a small mirror to check it out. "What do you think?" she asks.
I gaze at my reflection, admiring how the lipstick color accentuates my skin. "Perfect," I respond with a smile.
I then, stand up and made my way over to the bed where Rebecca had neatly laid out my outfit. As I glanced at the dress, I turned around and gave Rebecca a skeptical look with one eyebrow raised. It was like she could read my mind because she immediately started to defend herself, saying, "Okay, I know that's not the outfit you wanted to wear but-"
"No." I cut her off in an instant
She persisted, saying, "Yes. You have to wear something sexy, you know."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing, so I snapped back, "What the hell is wrong with the gown I was going to wear? It's sexy enough."
"Yeah, sure, sexy." She scoffs "This is much better. You're going as Richard Maranzano's date, and you know what that means, right?"
I couldn't help but roll my eyes ignorantly. It's crazy how being Richard Maranzano's date is considered such a big deal, it’s like a dream come true for women. Some would even pay thousands of dollars just for a chance to be his date at some fantasy event. I mean, seriously, the way some women think can be pretty ridiculous, right?
But Rebecca wouldn't let it go. She insisted, "Just wear the gown. You wanna look all pretty, don't you?"
With a sigh, I gave in and replied, "Fine. I'll wear the gown."
She smiles cheerfully but I ignore her as I put on the dress. It is a sleeveless black tulle gown with golden flowers, sequins, appliqué, and a deep V-neck. The fabric is smooth and silky, and it hugs my body like a dream. The plunging neckline is daring and adds a touch of allure, while the open back adds a hint of elegance. The dress also has a thigh-high slit that adds a sexy and confident vibe.
I slip on my sleek black heels, feeling a surge of confidence. Making my way to the full-length mirror, I can't help but smile. The whole ensemble actually looks pretty good. I have to give credit to Rebecca for her impeccable outfit choice.
Lost in my own thoughts, I'm suddenly brought back to reality by the sound of a horn blaring outside. I see Rebecca peeking through the window, her expression confirming what I already suspected. "He's here?" I voice the words, knowing Rebecca will nod in confirmation.
Taking a deep breath, I mutter to myself, "Here goes nothing." I bid Rebecca goodbye, trying to ignore her annoying giggles and those never-ending lectures about having a great time and coming back with juicy gossip.
Walking outside, I'm immediately captivated by the sight of a luxurious black Rolls Royce parked in the driveway. Just as I'm taking in the beauty of the car, my heart skips a beat as Richie steps out. I try my best to avoid making eye contact, attempting to deny just how good he looks. His black hair is perfectly gelled back, accentuating his handsome face. Even in the darkness, I can't help but admire his sharp jawline from where I stand. The suit he's wearing hugs his body, revealing the impressive physique underneath. And those stunning eyes of his... Damn! They shine under the moonlight, leaving me breathless. I can't help but bite my lip as I soak in the sheer gorgeousness of the man standing before me.
Richie gazes at me for a moment, not uttering a word. Slowly, he walks towards me and wraps his arm around my waist. "You look absolutely stunning," he says steering me towards the car.
I let out a grateful "Thank you"
The driver kindly holds the car door open for me, and I slide into the car. Richie follows suit and settles in beside me. As the driver pulls out of the driveway, Richie leans in close, his voice husky as he whispers into my ear. "Nice outfit choice."
I smile in response and then Richie starts to playfully tease my ear, toying with my earring. "I planned something special for you," he whispers seductively in my ear.
Curiosity piqued, I ask, "What is it?"
He smirks mischievously and in a husky voice, he replies, "It's a surprise, silly. I can't tell you now, but you'll find out later tonight." With that, he gently kisses my earlobe, sending shivers down my spine.
I don’t pay much attention to the kiss on my earlobe as all I can think about is the sinking feeling that took over me by his words. Noticing Riche’s eyes still on me, I turn to look at him and I notice the smirk on his face is broadened. With no further thought, my overthinking hypes me up and I slightly move away from him, feeling a little scared. I may sound crazy but I can’t help it, he is a Maranzano, and only God knows what he planned to do with me.
Oh my god! What if he knows about me and is planning on taking the upper hand and kill me? I mean, this is the only reasonable explanation for him asking me to be his date. It all makes sense now, Richie made me his date because he saw me spying on him the other night and now he wants to rat me out.
Richard Maranzano is planning on killing me tonight!
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