twenty-three:

gif of dante

not proof-read!

The first thing I noticed in the morning is that my head is pounding horribly. It feels like someone is stabbing my head repeatedly and had no conscience to stop. Hangovers are certainly not my best friend.

The events of last night are sort of fuzzy. But I remember some things. Like a woman who seemed to quite friendly with Marco. What is her name again? Cassidy? Catherine? Something beganing with a 'C.'

Also I remember something cake?

Like I said before, my mind is pretty fuzzy.

I move the blanket away from me and saw that I am wearing a clean, white buttoned shirt that went below my thighs. My eyes widened in realisation.

What. The. Holy. Hell.

Did someone change me?

If they did why did it have to be a man's shirt?

I rush downstairs. I wince as I feel a sharp pain hit my head, I almost stagger backwards at the pain but my hand is gripped on the stair railings tightly.

In the living room I see Dante enjoying his TV time with a coffee in one hand and a remote in the other. He spots and snorts a laugh. "Wow, you look attractive."

I give him a puzzled look and turn my head to the right where a mirror is placed. My blonde hair is a complete mess, strands are sticking out all over the place and it's all in a tangled mess. My makeup from last night is smudged; my lipstick has spread to my cheek and my eyeshadow and eyeliner has covered my entire eyes.

I look like a mess.

"Thanks." I remark sarcastically.

He laughs at my reaction. "I heard what happened last night."

I scowl. "Well, I don't."

Note to self: Never drink again.

"It's your fault for drinking too much. Plus you missed out on the cake." He stated.

The thought of cake just gave me shivers. "I had enough cake to last a lifetime." I can never eat cake again...

"Mrs. Reid is preparing coffee right now. She makes the best coffee ever. Ask her to brew you some." He tells me as he happily drinks his coffee.

I walk out of the living room, deciding to get some coffee.

"Good morning, Miss Kokinos." Mrs. Reid smiles happily to me. She pours me coffee, giving it to me. "A perfect hangover cure."

I smile back, blowing the coffee to cool it down. "Marco went to work?"

If he skipped, I am going to slap the man.

"Yes. Dante and I managed to convinced him to return to work." She answers.

Thank God for that. "And where's Finn?" I ask worriedly. I haven't seen him since I left him.

Now that I think about it I feel pretty bad that I left him without saying a word.

"Um, well..." Mrs Reid's posture changes completely, her face morphs into an expression of nervousness.

I almost choke on my coffee. "He hasn't returned?!"

"No."

Where on earth could he be?! I am getting worried. He could have gotten lost! He could be in the street wondering aimlessly!

I curse to myself. I shouldn't have gotten drunk! Because of me he is lost. "We have to find him!"

"There's no need to." Dante states as he enters the kitchen, holding an empty cup of coffee. "He called saying that he is staying at a friend's house."

"Friends house?" I question hesitantly. I didn't know that Finn has friends in Italy.

"Yep. His friend was at the party and he is staying at his friends house. You don't have to worry, he is safe." Dante explains to me in a soothing voice.

I let out a sigh of relief. "That's good. He's safe."

He is safe. There is nothing to worry about.

Mrs. Reid excuses herself and went out of the kitchen.

I jump up on the counter, sitting peacefully. "Dante, can I ask you something?"

"You just did."

I gave him a pointed look. "What happened last night?"

"Well, what my brother told me is that you had a run in with Camilla."

So that's her name! I remember now! Camilla. "And?"

"You got drunk and Marco decided to take you home. But you demanded for cake and you were about to cry." I can tell Dante is holding in his laughter. "So you ate about three cakes and that's about it."

Flashes of what happened last night came to me.

I ate my cake happily. This some amazing cake! But I am still sad that I didn't get to taste the birthday cake. Now that I think about it, when the wedding comes I get to do cake tasting!

"Why do you act so spoilt and cold around other people?" Marco asks out of the blue. My whole body froze.

I stop eating the cake and set my fork down. "Because it's what I have to do." I answer honestly.

"What?"

"I spent my whole life with my father not even being a father. I was born just for some business deal. I want him to be proud that I am his daughter, I want him to praise me. I want to be that daughter that he wanted. I want to prove that I can the heir he always wanted in a son. I want to make him realise he didn't need a son, he just needed me."

The worst thing which I fear is that my father would be disappointed in his only daughter.

"How can your father be proud of you, if you can't be proud of yourself?"

"Excuse me?" I ask rhetorically. Shock overwhelmed me.

"Nothing, it's just me talking nonsense." I said in a hard tone. "Let's go."

I opened up to him. I actually opened up to him. But why though? I was drunk, yes. But I'm not stupid to open up to him.

No. I can't be.

I am not falling for Marco, because I am in love with Finn.

"Who is Camilla?" I ask curiously. I remember encountering her and Marco looked pretty shell-shocked when he saw her.

Dante's face darkened. "Someone who Marco should had never been involved with. Stay away from her, Ophelia. I am serious. She is bad news."

She honestly can't be that bad. Maybe she is just mistaken. From what I remember, she seems to be polite and understanding.

"Right..."

I have never seen Dante like this before.

"Do not be fooled by her appearance. She is like freaking Medusa! You will turn into stone. Never be fooled. She is bad news."

I nod understandingly. "Alright, I will stay away from her."

Then, I heard the front door unlock. "God, I am going to be sick." I hear the familiar groaning of Finn.

I hopped off the counter and rush to the front door, where Finn looks pale and looks like he is going to throw up. He is on his knees, holding his mouth.

Dante stands next to me. "You alright?"

Finn nodded. "Y-Yeah. I think I am-" Just then Finn throws up on the perfect, clean marble floor.

I gasp, staring down at the sick. I looked at Dante who looked at Finn with his mouth wide.

"Marco is going to fucking kill us."

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hey guuuys it's been a while since I last updated. School has been really busy and this is an important year for me to stay focused. So school was take main priority but I will try to update as much as I can also I've been planning other books but TID will be my main book to focus on cause I wanna finish this asap!

I will try and update at least once a week.

Buuuut anyway hangovers suck right? Well so I have heard I am immune to them 😊✌️

see you in the next chapter!

Have a lovely day or night!

Nat xxx