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ChapterTwenty-One
Angelina
“Idon’t know whether to wear my hair up or down,” I complained.
Diane and I were getting ready for the ball together in our private apartment. I didn’t want the guys to catch a glimpse of my dress just yet. We’d decided the men would wait for us downstairs.
“It’ll give a sense of drama when we float down the staircase in our ballgowns.” My lovely newfound friend and confidant’s words came out all shy and giggly.
Diane was more excited about this event than I was. But yes, I couldn’t wait to see Luca and Salvatore’s expressions either.
“Trust us, tesoro. We can’t wait to see you either.”
“Hmm, I love it when you call me baby, Salvatore. I’m actually looking forward to peeling you both out of your suits later… if I survive this horrific experience.”
“It’ll be cool. You worry way too much,” Luca added.
I was still to be convinced. Knowing that Clement, the head angel, was going to be there, filled me with trepidation. Plus, the fact there’d be angry glances from some of the female vampires that Luca and Salvatore had had fun with before I came along. Great. I think I’d rather fight off a whole host of demons.
“I think you should wear it up, but I’ll curl some tendrils for you. You know, to add that extra sexy look.”
I smiled at Diane’s enthusiasm. “Okay. Whatever you think.”
“Here,” she said, handing me a small box. “I wanted you to have these to complete your look.”
There were tears in her eyes. I took the box and opened it. There was a pair of earrings matching the jewellery I’d bought on Thursday, with tiny crystal skulls hanging from thin silver chains.
“Oh my God. They’re beautiful.” I held her close.
This was such a special moment. I’d lost my mother a very long time ago, but this woman was fast becoming the surrogate parent I needed. Tears shimmered in her eyes. The same were threatening to spill from mine too.
“Hey, let’s not ruin this make-up,” I warned.
“I just wanted you to know that you’re like the daughter Michael and I never had.”
“I love you like parents too, Diane. I’m blessed to have you in my life.”
We finished dressing and prepared to make our grand entrance down the massive staircase. We held hands and left the room together. When we reached the top of the staircase, my breath lodged in my throat, and butterflies took flight in my tummy. Three very handsome men stood at the bottom, eyeing us closely. All dressed in expensive black tuxedos, crisp white shirts, and black bow ties. Holy God, I was such a lucky woman. Diane squeezed my hand tightly and we began our descent down the stairs… as gracefully as we could in our high heels.
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Luca
Sal and I had never seen such a breath-taking sight in our lives. Two of the most important women in our existence glided down the staircase with grace and beauty. Angelina was absolute, unadulterated, fucking perfection. Her hair was piled on top of her head, with wisps curling seductively around her neck and face. Her jewellery sparkled as it caught the light from the huge chandelier above. The dress… it was mind-numbingly sexy. The pale lavender was shot with some kind of thread which changed colour with the light. And as she walked, the slash down one side gave us an enticing view of one shapely leg. A leg which would be wound around us as we made love to her later.
Michael took Diane in his arms. “You’re always beautiful. But damn, Mrs Grange, you’re absolutely stunning tonight.”
Angelina stood before us. She looked demure, but she lengthened her fangs and pulled in her lower lip, letting it go slowly. Fuck. She was going to pay for that little tease later. She retracted her fangs and continued to eye us both as though she was about to rip our clothes off.
“That’s what I’m aiming for,” she said in a breathy voice.
We moved to her, kissing her softly on her cheeks, still unable to form words about how gorgeous she was. With slow movements that we’d practiced for centuries, our hands slipped down to her thighs. I hadn’t detected any panty line. I glanced at Sal and a wicked giggle slipped from our mate.
“That’s because I’m not wearing anything under here. Didn’t want to ruin the dress by having a VPL.”
“Fuck, Angelina. You are in so much trouble later.”
“Good. Fuck sounds great… for later,” she responded to my brother’s warning.
“The limo will be here in five minutes,” Michael announced.
Angelina moved away from us to link her arm with Diane’s. Our hearts almost burst with happiness at how close these two women had become. But the most devastating effect on us was how Angelina’s ass swayed from side to side, the silk of her dress clinging to it.
“I don’t think I can make it to the end of the evening if she keeps doing that,” Sal groaned.
“I agree.”
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