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"Hi."

"I uh- I need help."

"My father is hosting a high end party tonight. Kinda similar to a grand ball."

"He's going to announce the wedding tonight, consider it like an engagement party- minus the exchange of rings. I found mine in an envelope along with the invitation for the party by my bedside just a couple of hours ago."

"Sh*t indeed."

"I haven't met him yet?"

"Yeah. I searched for his file. My father likes to keep a physical record of everything in his study."

"I found his entire bio data."

"His name's Antonio Fransisco Cappola, age twenty four, that's like seven years older than me."

"And he has some roots in the Italian Mafia through his mother."

"Hear me out? Give me an out? Let me get away?"

"Honestly, I don't know. I'm afraid to find out."

"He's an eye candy though."

"He is very much gifted in the looks department."

"Wanna see him?"

"Left you speechless too, right?"

"He's going to be there tonight. I'll try to talk to him about all of this, strike a deal maybe?"

"I will have to marry him in the end."

"Are you okay?"

"Yes. It does matters to me."

"Because I need help."

"Don't be sarcastic with me. And I don't know what to wear?"

"You helped with the nails and they turned out great, duh! And also with the date that should not be recalled."

"Yeah. You could say that."

"Well, Claire's been my saviour for the past couple of years, and before that, it was always either Diana or my stepmother."

"Well, Claire also happens to be is my father's date for the evening. And he took her out, shopping."

"No."

"This is not the right time to pity someone. I need help. Just help me out. Also I don't have to shop every time there's an event. I have like an entire walk-in closet full of grand dresses that I've never worn, prefect for occasions like these."

"I'm sorry. Please don't be like this."

"I- I don't know. I just don't want you to be upset. I hate seeing you like this."

"I'm sorry. Again. I tried a few dresses on, earlier. And clicked a few pictures. I just want to know what you think of them."

"So? What do you think?"

"Can you pay attention please? And do not pay any attention to the legs."

"My legs are not hot. And don't make such comments, it'll freak me out. And, I'll send you something else. Wait."

"Shut up."

"Dude-"

"Stop teasing, okay?"

"Okay."

"No."

"Yeah. Wait."

"This?"

"Why? Isn't it good enough?"

"Right."

"How about this?"

"O-okay."

"I hate these events. The last time I went to one of these and did not get totally wasted by the end of the night was before Diana died. She was like the only person who kept me sane. I don't know if I can survive this without anyone. I don't even have Claire anymore. But she usually was the one who would get me drunk, so I think it's a good thing she isn't here anymore."

"I- I- Uh-"

"Okay."

"...Thanks."

"Yeah. Thank you."

"Okay."

"How can you say that?"

"Okay. Sh*t-"

"Sorry! It's just getting late and I don't even know what I'm wearing yet. This is getting way too stressful."

"How do you know that, now?"

"You don't even know what I look like."

"Okay. Wait- one of the most? There are more?"

"How could I forget her. You refuse to tell me who she is."

"That you'll tell me one day. I know. I believe you."

"Uh..."

"Maybe."

"I- I don't know. I haven't tried it yet. Or ever. It was a gift from my stepmom for my birthday last year. It's red, and grand. Like very grand. I don't know if I'll be able to pull it off."

"Okay."

"Say something, please."

"Rea-Really?"

"I uh- I really look beautiful?"

"Is that you asking me out on a date?"

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Thanks."

"Hahahahaha."

"Yeah?"

"Okay."

"And what makes you think that I have a violent side, Sir?"

"Thanks. I should go and do something with the makeup now. That's going to take like, forever."

"Oh! And guess what?"

"I have just the perfect name for you. Hehehehhe..."

"Teddy Bear. Hehehe."

"What! You're a total softie! And for the record I love teddies, they're just so, so... cute? And squishy? And cuddly."

"Maybe."

"Oh! And Teddies are always there for you too..."

"Awwww is someone blushing?"

"Hahahaha okay if you say so Teddy Bear. I'll call you later."

.....................

"Hey would you happen to know where my charger is- Wait- You're grinning! And is that a blush? Oh my god! Mom! Your son is in love!"

"Really? Uh uh. I don't think so."

"You're literally blushing dude."

"Your girlfriend?"

"Sure..."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't say sh*t like that. If anybody

deserves it, it's not you."

"Are you sure she doesn't likes you back?"

"I dont think so."

"Does she goes around calling random strangers all the time?"

"Right. And she stuck, didn't she?"

"Look, she could've easily forget about you if she wanted, given the fact that you've never called her yourself. But she calls every time, doesn't she?"

"Then stop thinking of such negative sh*t."

"Wow! He's hot! Looks like a Mafia Prince or something."

"I'm sorry, what? Come again?"

"Yikes."

"How'd she even manage to find a man like that?"

"Her family is selling their daughter off to the Italian Mafia for business?"

"And she is okay with that?"

"What century are these people living in?"

"Now. I hope that works out well."

"Let's pray no weapons are pulled out."

"Yeah, okay. Sorry."

"So that you can wallow in self pity alone?"

"You did not just throw a cushion at me."

"You're so dead."

"..."

"Sh*t! I came here for the charger. My phone's literally dead. Allie is so going to kill me!"

"Shut up."

"No, I gotta go. We'll talk about this later

once I get back home. I'll tell you everything, I promise. Tell mum I'll get her groceries on the way back, do you want something?"

"Okay. Tell mum I'll be back in time for dinner."

"Yeah?"

"Sure."