Mafia Enslaved

13

"I'll take care of what you need to do." I said to Monique.

"But..."

"Focus on getting better for the party." I told her. She sighed, and we were currently at a coffee shop, sending her and Queenie home. Her parents understand the situation, as they're kind-hearted and are genuinely worried about Monique.

"I'm sorry, Maureen." She sighed. I gave her a faint smile and escorted her to their car. They now have a driver, since Monique can't drive.

"I heard what happened." Madam SC told me as I approached her. She's always here during my shifts. Ate Anna even joked that I might be her special destination. Maybe she just likes to mess with me.

TSk.

"What's your order, ma'am?" I asked her. "And by the way, you're turning 67 already." I smirked. She gave me a sharp look.

"And so what if I am?" she asked, sounding irritated.

"Take it easy on your blood pressure; you might get taken by the Lord anytime soon."

She clenched her jaw, and I raised my hand to stop her from shouting at me.

"You look like you're turning 77 with how grumpy you are." I teased, but my eyes widened when she burst out laughing. Even her driver joined in. I just winced; what's wrong with them?

"I want to personally give this to you." She chuckled. She handed me an invitation card to her birthday celebration. I was puzzled. I furrowed my brow, feeling like they had some sinister plan.

"What's it for?" I asked, opening the invitation card.

"Well, you might not be given one otherwise. Only daughters of well-known families are allowed to attend, unless you'll be someone's date, which I think is impossible." She smirked. I clenched my jaw; she was insulting me again.

"For your information, Madam SC, your grandson asked me to be his date." Her eyes widened, and then she started laughing.

"For real? He probably has some evil plans for you. Knowing Waldrin, he's allergic to women." She chuckled.

"I declined him anyway; I'm also allergic to gatherings." I said, placing the card on her table.

"No, you have to come. Accept his invitation. Or else, I'll have Monique's coffee shop demolished." She smirked. I gasped at her heartlessness. I gritted my teeth.

"Please just place your order!" I hissed, and she laughed.

"I need to see your designs," Waldrin said. Speaking of rich kids, we were inside an upscale boutique. They treat Waldrin like he's a VIP. They handed me a portfolio. I adjusted my glasses and looked at the designs.

I've never worn a gown in my life. I don't even wear dresses. Whenever I see Marshan wearing them, it's like I'm seeing myself, so there's no need for me to actually wear one.

"I want this." He said, pointing to a black see-through gown with a bare back. What the f*ck?

"I won't wear that," I said. He scowled at me, and I scowled back. We ended up fighting about the dress because he kept choosing revealing designs with plunging necklines, high slits, bare backs, see-through fabric, and what not.

How am I supposed to wear those?!

I could tell he was getting annoyed with me. Well, I was getting annoyed with him, too.

"We have to choose something daring, so people will at least have something to look at." He spat.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

He clenched his jaw. "You're not pretty, so if you wear a great dress, at least there would be something great about you."

I gasped and blew out air. How dare he call me ugly? It's like he just said that Marshan is ugly, too.

"Okay! I'll choose!" I snapped. I scanned the portfolio they gave us and found a simple yet elegant dress.

"How about this one? Just change the color; it looks like a wedding dress." I said. He furrowed his brow as he looked at it, scanning me first before focusing on the design again.

"You look fat in this dress," he said.

"I'm wearing a jacket, so I look chubby. I can wear that." I breathed. He touched his chin and nodded.

"Okay, you can get her measurements. We'll be back on the day of the party," he said. The tailor guided me to the fitting room.

"I need you to take off your clothes, but you can leave your underwear on." She smiled.

"I will, but promise me, whatever you see, you won't tell anyone. Otherwise, I'll hunt you down." I hissed. She gasped, clutching her chest. I took off my jacket, my shirt, everything.

"This is what I need to hide," I said, referring to my tattoos: the venom mark on my shoulder and the Marfori Tattoo on my nape.

"Yeah, and I need your body measurements, too." She chuckled.

"Stop laughing, or I'll strangle you!"

"Trust me, honey, I've seen it all. Waldrin curses more than you do." She smiled. I rolled my eyes at her. She finished taking my measurements, and I got dressed again.

I left the fitting room in a bad mood.

"May I see?" Waldrin asked for the measurements. The tailor glanced at me, and I glared at her.

"Sorry, Waldrin, it's confidential." She smiled.

"What?! How did—"

"It's like seeing me naked, pervert." I scowled at him. His jaw dropped. I left the boutique; I needed to go home before my sister and I started another argument.

"Where are you going?" He looked at me.

"I'm going home?" I sarcastically asked.

"Stupid, we still need to buy you shoes." I sighed at his endless insults. I bit my lower lip.

"Okay." I sighed. Whatever. He drove off. I didn't really expect him to drop me off at my apartment. He's not a gentleman, anyway. I can commute. Tsk.