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Some of the cheeriness fades from her face. Shit, now I feel bad for having burst her bubble, but c’mon. Why is she so happy? I don’t feel cheerful or anything.
It feels weird, strange that I am going to get married to a man who is, not only my kidnapper, but is also, most likely, a criminal of the worst kind. Someone who may be achingly handsome, but is also so dangerous that you don’t want to cross his path in the middle of the night. Or during the day, for that matter, considering that’s when I met him.
I chuckle to myself and she frowns. I rise to my feet, head inside the bathroom, and take a quick shower, taking care not to wet my hair. When I walk out dressed in a bathrobe, she’s standing by the dressing table.
I cross the room and seat myself at the stool in front of the mirror.
She comes over to stand behind me. "May I?" She gestures to my hair.
"Have at it," I murmur. "Only, I have to warn you that I have a certain look in mind."
"I am happy to help you."
"Good." I meet her gaze in the mirror, "I plan to wear my hair down so it flows around my shoulders."
"Keeping it simple." She nods. "That’s good."
"After you dye it red."
"Red?" She blinks, "You want to dye your hair, red?"
"You heard me." I nod. "I need the color bright enough that it shows up against the black."
"Black?” She looks confused, then swallows. "May I suggest that—?"
"No." I slash my palm through the air. "I told you, I want to dress a certain way. And in fact, your Capo is on board with it."
"He is?"
"He bought me the fabric and did not refuse me when I told him that I wanted to wear my own creation."
"But.." she gulps, "it’s your wedding."
"Is it, now?"
"It is, and the Capo would not appreciate it if you made a fool of him in front of everyone else."
"Well then, he should have picked someone else to be his bride."
"But he wants you." She frowns at my reflection in the mirror.
"Does he?" I snort, "He’s only using me to further his plan, something he hasn’t even revealed to me yet, by the way."
"Would it have made a difference if he had?"
I scowl, "I suppose not. Still, it might have helped me understand a little bit more about why he’s gone to all this effort of bringing me here, and why he insists on going through with this charade."
"The Capo has his reasons."
"Yeah, yeah." I wave my hand in the air. "Whatever they may be." I raise a shoulder, "Not that it matters to me." I tie the bathrobe more securely around myself. "Now, are you going to help me or not?"
"How are you going to get hold of the hair dye?"
I can't stop my lips from curving. "I had Roberto deliver it to me, along with the materials for the wedding gown."
"Roberto?" She blinks, "You mean the man who runs the cloth shop in Palermo?"
"Fabric store," I correct her, "and yes, the same guy."
"The Capo won't be happy when he finds out about him."
"Then you’d better not tell him, huh?"
She firms her lips.
"Right, then," I rub my hands together, "are you going to help me or what?"
"Yes." She nods. "I’ll help you." She reaches for the comb, runs it through my hair, "If you want to dye it, we’d better get started right away."
