His Promise: The Mafia’s Babies by C. Tamika novel Chapter 266

Chapter 266

Elena

“Will this be all?” The male behind the counter asked. He frowned at the saw, ax, and planks of woods before his eyes landed back onto me.

“That’s all…for now.” I smiled with trembling lips. I knew I looked suspicious and that it didn’t look good, but what else could you expect me to do?

Tomorrow would finally be the day that I would meet Marvin, and I had to be prepared. Yes, I was silly enough to be in love with him, but I wasn’t foolish. I had to be ready in case our meeting went wrong.

The altercation at the club gave me the wake-up call I needed. What if Marvin was nothing like the emails? What if he was a stuck-up prick who hadn’t changed a bit?

I paid for the materials and smiled at the guy. “Thank you, have a nice day!” I told him before I rushed out and made my way over to my car. I was so nervous and excited at the same time. Marvin could possibly end up being the man of my dreams or the worst nightmare of my life. I had yet to find out.

Luckily enough, I had all the time to worry about tomorrow because I was done with the cocktail menu. Rona and I had been working on it for the past few days, and everything for the wedding had been taken care of. The wedding was in two days.

I had no idea what to wear, so I met up with Victoria, who was kind enough to ‘fund’ me a dress, as she liked to call it. She was terrified of the idea of me not having anything pretty to wear to the wedding and forced me to meet her at some dress shop.

“There you are. I thought you were going to bail on me.” Victoria held up her hands as I stepped out of the car. “I know, I know-I’m so sorry!”

Victoria would’ve probably made fun of me if I would mention the ax. “It’s hot outside, and you’ve decided to wear a hoodie. Are you okay?” Victoria frowned. “Do you even own color?”

I looked down at my black hoodie with a pout on my face. All of my clothes were black, but I couldn’ it. Each time I went out to buy something with color, I would end up buying something black.

“No worries, it’s a good thing I’m here now.” Victoria slammed her arm around my shoulder. “If it w to you, you would’ve gone to the wedding in your funeral outfit?”

“What?”

“Exactly!” Victoria spoke. She led me inside the shop, where a woman was waiting for us with a tray in her hands. There were two glasses of champagne. “Miss Schmidt.” The woman smiled.

Victoria gave her a nod and grabbed the two glasses of champagne from the tray. “Here you go, Lena.”

“T-thanks,” I mumbled as my eyes scanned the boutique. These dresses probably costed more than a fortune, which could be seen as the perks of being rich. I would love to be Victoria for a day.

“Did you prepare the dress as I told you?” Victoria asked the woman. I took a sip from the champagne and pulled a disgusted face. “The fancy taste was not for me.”

“Of course, just a second.” The woman smiled at Victoria. She walked off to get the dress while Victoria pulled me to the sofa. “Do you already know what you’re going to wear tomorrow?” She asked as her eyes lit up.

I had thought about it, and I decided to go like myself. I didn’t want to lie to Marvin, and I wanted him to accept me as Elena. The plain jane in my denim jeans and black T-shirt. “I’ll probably wear this outfit,” 1 spoke.

“No, absolutely not-not on my watch!” Victoria shook her head. “Natasha, bring out both outfits, please!” She yelled out. It seemed as if Victoria was more prepared than I could ever be.

“When did you have the time to do all of this?” I wondered. Victoria released an exhausted breath. “I don’t even know, especially since work has been crazy lately.”

“Crazy how?”

“We have to defend this guy who’s been wrongfully accused of murder amongst many things, but he’s the son of this important man-so the whole thing is kind of sketchy.” Victoria rolled her eyes. “I don’t even know why dad got himself involved in the first place, but he apparently owes this man a favor.”

“Ouch, sorry.” I apologized. Perhaps working at the cocktail bar was the perfect job for me. I couldn’t even imagine myself defending someone who was clearly guilty. “Don’t be. Blame my dad.”

“Oh, look, there she is!” Victoria stood up. I placed the glass of champagne on the table and followed Tori’s routine. “Here is outfit number one, and here is outfit number two!” The woman spoke.

Victoria almost pulled them from her hands and pushed them into my grip. “The fitting room is there, change!” She demanded. Going against Victoria was like going against the devil, so I followed her request and rushed towards the dressing room.

Getting into the first outfit for the wedding felt like a disaster. The dress was so tight that my boobs and ass were begging for freedom. If this was Tori’s idea of a wedding outfit, I had to say she had a funny mind.

I walked out with my head lowered and waited for Victoria’s reaction. “Oh my god!” Victoria squealed. “Please spin so that I can take a proper look at you.”

I did as Victoria told me to, while she had a satisfied smirk on her face. Her hand moved to my butt and before I knew it she smacked it without a warning. “Ow!” I yelped out in pain, but Victoria didn’t seem to mind. “Who knew that fat ass was hiding beneath all those sweatpants!”

“Really funny.” I rolled my eyes. I had decided it was enough for now and turned to go back into the fitting room. “And you’re wearing that dress, by the way!” Victoria cheered.

It took me some time, but after much effort, I had finally managed to get myself into the second outfit. This one was for my first meeting with Marvin. This outfit was a bit more comfortable as it was a pink jumpsuit, but the ruffles were a bit too much for me.