Arabella Malik, the lethal American mob boss's daughter.
The beauty of the nineteen-year-old was well-known. Her hourglass figure and glowing grey eyes-which mirrored her father's, had practically everyone praising the ground she walked on.
Arabella...
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✰ Ａｒａｂｅｌｌａ✰
"𝐖𝐞 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐈𝐭 𝐋𝐨𝐰𝐤𝐞𝐲"
I hadn't seen Roman for the remainder of the week.
He had dropped me home after I rested for a while, I gave him my number by discreetly snatching his phone and locking my contact in.
Surprisingly, the boy has no password, knowing who he was, it was surprising he didn't have one.
It was a Friday afternoon, and the sun had begun to set and clouds had started to swarm the sky. I was sitting in my art studio, wearing nothing but a huge white shirt and clutching paintbrushes in my hands.
My foot thumping on the wooden floorboards as I stroked my brush across the canvas, and I hummed to the tune playing in my ears.
Usually, when I paint, I have no idea what I'm going to create, so I allow my body movements to guide me and my mind roam. I found myself gathering darker blue, black, and white paints today. On the palate, I'm mixing different blues and greys, lightening and darkening them.
I sat staring at a painting of the night sky filled with stars as thick and thin brushes swept through my fingertips. A girl's silhouette on a roof ledge, her eyes staring up into the starry sky.
I looked at the canvas with a smile on my face, analysing it and scanning the area for any further details that needed to be adjusted.
My body jolted upwards when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I turned to see a smiling Kara next to me. I shook my head at her and took out the blasting music.
"Hi," I say softly.
"Your work never fails to amaze me," She sighs as she gazes lovingly at the canvas.
I flush and thank her, her hand reaches out and grabs mine, beaming at me.
"We're heading to a party at one of the frat houses tonight!"
I grimaced; parties were not generally my thing, even in high school, but I agreed to go because dancing and getting drunk seemed like a good enough reason.
With an enthusiastic bounce in her step, Kara grasped my hand and led us to my room.
We chose our outfits, mine quite simple but fitting for a regular house party. I chose a black lace corset bustier top and a short pleated white skirt that reached just above mid-thigh.
Kara wore a mid-thigh-length baby blue satin dress that complemented her complexing flawless dark skin.
I put on a pair of black-tie leg stiletto heels and a small clutch purse, which I filled with my phone and lip gloss. I'd also hidden my backup blade beneath my skirt, in case anyone got a little too excited.
