Surprises at dinner

Lyana

I breathe deeply staring at the mirror, cheeks stained by makeup and thick cilia, pink lipstick next to the dark blue dress with a neckline forming a semi-heart leaving my bulky breasts even more marked. The waist is marked by a part of the velvety fabric making the fabric embrace my thick thighs.

I wash my hands nervously seeking comfort in the fact that my father is next to me, but at no time besides these security guards I could all relax. I shake my head coming out of the bathroom and facing the tall man who finds out to be part of my security, during every moment was preparing at home for this dinner I was tempted to question where they were when I was kidnapped, but the fear of creating another problem was higher.

The memory of the blood being shed and the cries of those men still steal a few minutes of my thoughts this is frustrating, I seek to keep my breath with my head down returning to the table, passing my hands through the fabric of the dress. I see Dad’s big hand,