Thanks for your reviews. I'm not going to drag this story out because 1: I want it done. 2:I don't have time to drag out a story, with high school and all :| 3: I tend to get writers block... even when I know how it's ending :/
20 chapters?
I think sooo. I'll start, after this one to make them longer lol
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Alberta was my godmother. I adored her to death. She was single, and in her mid thirties. She was always giving me advice, when I couldn't talk to my mother.
Which is why I hesitated before saying no to her when she asked if she could make my wedding dress, 3 months before the wedding. I looked into her soft, hazel eyes. I couldn't say no. So I said, "Yes, of course, Godmother."
A smile spread across her lips, brightening her face up, making her even more beautiful, than she already was.
But of course I wasn't going to use her dress. I'd make up something, so I didn't have to wear her dress. In fact, I already had mine. Or I had it in mind. It was going to be white, with lace. It was strapless and hung lose around my body. It would be designed by Valentino.
I smiled down at Alberta, hugging her goodbye, and leaving her house. If that's what you could call a house.
I went to find Adrian at his house, passing Dimitri while he was laughing with Tasha and Avery. Apparently he was with Avery, and were planning on getting married.
Woot woot hurray for them.
I went inside kissing him, lightly. "I love you."
"Uh-huh."
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"I can't wear that dress! I'm sorry Alberta, but Adrian already ordered me a dress, that's costing a lot... " I lied to Alberta, as she brought me the dress a month before the wedding. Her eyes that had been bright with happiness were now dull and sad.
"I'm sorry," I said stepping closer to hug her. She hugged me, and I felt the stains of her tears. I pulled away groaning, "This is Prada!" I saw her face and decided to play nice.
"It's lovely, thank you. I love you soo much, I wish I could have worn it," I whispered, kissing her cheek and leaving. The dress was simple, it almost didn't look like a wedding dress. It was strapless and ivory, with lace. It was floor length, with no tail.
I heard the silent cries of Alberta, as I left her house.
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(5 months later)
I rolled my eyes, opening the door, to Adrians' parents house. Adrian and I now that we were married we live in a house a few blocks away, it was a mansion of 10 rooms, 5 bathrooms, 3 kitches, and 3 family rooms, along with a pool.
Avery was also staying with us, until the day of her wedding in two months.
I heard arguing, so I followed it to Nathan's office. I leaned against the wooden door.
"How is it that Belikov's gained more power?" Adrian argued. He didn't sound angry, just like he couldn't believe it. Nathan answered him, "I don't know son. But with the deal they made, they're the most powerful family." My mouth dropped open.
The Belikov's.
Dimitri.
I stepped away from the door, and started pacing. I was getting married with Adrian because they were more powerful, but now it was Dimitri? Well, his family, but still. I ran a frustrated hadn through my hair.
"You know." My head snapped upwards as I heard Daniella spoke. I stared into her blue eyes, she was standing a few feet away from me, arms crossed.
"Know what?" I asked. She rolled her eyes. "We're not in power anymore. What do you think that means for you? Gold digger," her voice was harsh, but in a whisper. I smirked at her, putting a perfectly manicured fingernail at my hip.
"It's called watching out for myself, Daniella. Exactly what you did."
Her face turned to stone. Gotcha.
I walked closer to her, standing less than a foot away from her. "You were even more poor than I was. You used your looks to lured Nathan in. Or what you don't think I don't know how you've slept with Eric? Lucas? Even my own father."
Her mouth tightened into a line. "You don't know what you're talking about," she hissed.
"I don't?" she glared at me, but it didn't faze me a bit. Her eyes brightened then, "Jealous because I know your father?"
I rolled my eyes, "Don't be ridiculous Daniella."
I walked past her, stopping a foot away. "I'm smarter than you. And I always. Always. Know how to get what I want."
My heels clicked as I walked out of the Ivashkov's home.
Dimitri was leaning against the car, I stared at him, and he must of felt it because he turned to look at me.
Time for planning.
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Didn't include wedding day because... well. We all know how Rose is in this story. Do you want a depressing wedding? Didn't think so.
Unless you want like a flashback?
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