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2024-10-29 19:42:56"Francesca...." Sandra said out in a slow motion, feeling the name on her tongue.
"You work for Anthony?" She questioned, scanning the lady's outlook. She did not seem like a worker. She looked like her own fucking boss. Her hair was spun in a bun, with two curly strands in front. Her nails were perfectly trimmed and painted. She was wearing a three piece suit, while Sandra was dressed in white. Plain white. The bitch looked like the fucking boss, while she looked like the assistant.
"As a matter of fact, I do. I am his personal assistant."
Great! Anthony's assistant just had to be the hottest person on the planet. It made her head spin.
Who would see that beauty and not want to shove his dick in her ass?
"Can we leave now?" She asked, pulling Sandra out from her trance.
Her smile was intoxicating. Her accent screamed elegance, and Sandra could not help but feel stupid, naive, and unworthy.
"Let us leave." She finally managed to reply.
A guard pulled the door open and they both stepped in.
Sandra watched as she brought out her phone. They were using exactly same phone! She brought out hers. She hadn't laid a finger on it since it was given to her.
She booted it.
As soon as it was ready, she flicked through the apps running on her phone. Everything she needed seemed to be installed.
Her fingers quickly ran to the phone call app.
She dialed her mother's number, and placed the phone on her ears.
"Mummy?" She spoke into the phone.
"Sandra!" Her mother replied in ecstasy.
She released a breath she hadn't realized she was holding.
"Where have you been? How have you been? You've been unreachable. I've been trying to get to you. I went to the house and found it empty!"
" Calm down, mum." She soothed with a chuckle.
"I'm just so glad to hear from you. We thought you were dead. "
" I'm okay. I'm actually fine. How are the girls?"
"They're good. We're all good. Mr Maven visited today."
Sandra felt her heartbeat accelerate at that statement.
"why?"
"Nothing serious. He came to inform us of the wedding,and equally drop off a few things."
" A few things like?"
"I was running low on drugs,so he got them for me. He sent some outfits for the wedding,along with the invitation card. I was told you'd be picking out your dress today. Why wasn't I invited?"
"It's a long story,mom. You know I don't want this." She complained.
"I know,but he's not such a horrible person. He's paying the bills,clearing our debts,getting my drugs and-"
"- it's enough mom." She interrupted. "I get that you're becoming tender on him because he's taking responsibilities off your back. I'm pleased to see that you would sell my happiness in exchange of drugs and whatever. I don't even know what's worse. Getting married to a monster,or the fact that my own mother sold my happiness."
"oh,honey! I didn't mean it that-"
"-bye"
With that,she ended the call. The tears she had successfully pushed behind found their way to her eyes.
"Ma'am..." Francesca called out.
Sandra turned to her. The pretty bitch held a look of compassion on her face.
"Is everything okay?"
"I am fine." She replied,wiping with the back of her hand,a tear.
Francesca sighed.
"Do you even want this marriage?"
She did not respond.
Francesca placed her tab by her side,and drew closer to Sandra. Her hands wrapped themselves around sandra,causing her to dig her face into the woman's chest.
"I don't want this. I don't fucking want this! I don't love him! I don't want him! He's horrible! And mean! And inhuman!" Sandra found herself screaming into the woman's chest. She didn't care if she would be reported back to their "master". She just wanted to return to her normal life. Sure,it wasn't perfect,but it was good. It was better than what she was going through now.
It seemed like the steering wheel of her life had been snatched from her. She wanted to be in control. She wanted to live her life. She did not like the confinement of Anthony's house. She needed to be free!
"Shh..." Francesca patted her back. "It's alright."
A long silence followed.
After what seemed like forever in the silence of the car,it came to a halt.
"Ms Sandra,Ms Francesca,we have arrived."
"do not place the boss's wife and I in same category. You work for her and not me. Address her properly." Francesca warned.
" My apologies. Ms Sandra,we have arrived at our destination."
"it's okay. Thank you." Sandra said out with a smile. The door opened up and they both stepped down.
"Nice..." came Sandra's voice as she stared at the enormous building. Right in the heart of the city,laid the biggest fashion block she had ever set her eyes on.
"Let's see those dresses." Sandra promoted moving forward. She turned around in confusion as she noticed she lead the way.
"Why are you behind?"
"You're the boss." Francesca replied,flashing her ever bright smile at her.
"But I don't know the directions." She whined. "Please lead the way."
Francesca's smile faltered as she stepped forward and elegantly walked into the building. Sandra watched as cameras flashed at them,focusing their attention on Francesca. Who wouldn't? She looked like a god-damned angel.
A doorman opened the door for them as he led them towards the top floor.
In no time,they had arrived.
Sandra's eyes dimmed as her eyes met that of her fiance. He was sitting elegantly on a cushion speaking to what seemed like a sales rep.
"You're here." He said smiling at her.
Why was he smiling at her? He had tried to kill her the previous night.
"I am." She found herself replying.
"Come."
She walked to him. His large hands grabbed her waist as he fell her onto his thighs. She sank within him. He guided her arm over his shoulder.
She froze in shock.
Her uneasiness grew as he took a great sniff of her.
"You smell like roses. My favorite." He fawned over her.
Awws and smiles of admiration filled the room. If only they knew.
" Have you had anything today? Your stomach feels a bit tight."
Sandra stared at him in utter confusion. Was he drunk,high,or had he mistaken her for someone else?
She raised a palm to feel his temperature,but he caught it and kissed it.
"The cameras are watching." He mouthed into her palms.
She straightened her back.
"I barely had anything this morning..." She said as her fingers ran through his hair.
"why?" He asked, drawing lines on her arm.
"I didn't want to keep you waiting. Plus,the excitement for the preparations got the best of me."
His lips mashed with her cheeks. She gasped in shock.
"it's time for the dress fitting. I have chosen the perfect dress for you. I'm sure you'll love it."
Sandra internally frowned at his statement. It was her wedding. She should get to choose her own wedding dress. She smiled neither the less at him.
"I can't wait to check it out."
With that,she jumped off his thighs and was led into the dressing room by the workers.
The first dress was too tight,the second made her feel like an oldie,but the third fitted like a glove.
"I love this." She said twirling in her dress.
Anthony stepped behind her,and wrapped his arms around her.
"It looks perfect on you."
She giggled at his remark. A camera flashed.
"I look like a princess!"
"You are a fucking princess." He said nuzzling at her shoulders. She smiled at the mirror,wishing her mother or at least Tanya had come.
The fitting didn't feel complete without them.
"Princess?" He called out to her.
"Can we go out for lunch?"
She beamed at him. Another camera flashed.
"Sure," she replied as she placed her hand on his face.
The show must go on.
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