Rosalia's pov
My steps behind her were slow as I followed, taking in my surroundings, checking for possible exits.None. I was trapped in a place I didn't know, with people I didn't know, pretending to be someone I had zero information about.
In situations like this, I could just say I'm not who they think I am,especially considering this woman already hates me,but here's the thing:
I've already seen too much.
I've already stepped into their territory, and the only way out is with a bullet through my head. And I don't wanna die.
Inside, it was breathtaking: dark marble floors with faint streaks of white, so clean you could see your reflection. Grey walls with a few portraits of who I assumed were the family members. A wall filled with different firearms. A chandelier on the ceiling adorned with crystal so bright it could blind you. A staircase with golden railings and a red carpet coiling up the steps.
The living room was in sight on the right,black leather couches, a coffee table, a fireplace, a small shelf lined with books. An open kitchen area, very modern and clean, with servants running around.
The woman abruptly stopped and I almost bumped into her before stepping back. She turned around.
"You know, Raven, I gotta ask: why the sudden change of heart, hm?" she asked, annoyed.
Lord. TF is she talking about? She continued.
"You heard you'd marry my son, you ran away from that brothel, they found you, sent you a message of how you'd get here, and you just…what? Decided to stop running?" She scoffed, moving closer to me. I didn't back up; I stared straight at her.
"You had a choice to go, disappear, and my son would have gotten a decent wife. Not…this…" She pointed me up and down.
"A filthy slut," she spat.
Okay, is this the part where I smack her, kick and slap that stupid grin off her face? Because I sure as hell am about to lose it.
I looked down at the floor.
"He'll break you before he even touches you," she chuckled darkly.
I just swallowed hard and cursed whoever Raven was for putting me in this situation.
But on the bright side, I had a little context for the whole situation.
She suddenly yelled, "Mariaaa!"
A maid in a short, tight work dress and heels clearly uncomfortable for her ran toward us, head down, her hand clutching a duster like a lifeline.Her hair curtaining her face .
"Yes, Mistress…" she whispered.
"Show her to her room," the rude lady said before she walked off, not giving me a second glance.
"Right this way, miss…" the maid said, her voice small and soft, and I suddenly felt sorry for her.
I walked beside her.
"Your name's Maria? That's beautiful," I complimented.
She just blushed without responding.
"Hey…you can talk to me…" I told her as we walked down an empty hallway.
She shook her head, taking a few steps in front of me. I decided not to push her.
She finally stopped in front of a black door with a golden knob.
She opened it and entered before me. I followed.
To a normal person, it would look like something straight out of a movie, but it wasn't much different from my bedroom in my previous house. A huge bed in the middle draped in black and red satin sheets with a black comforter at its foot. A black fluffy carpet covering the whole floor. Grey plain walls, with a single sunflower painting,the only color in this room.
A couch and floor-to-ceiling windows on one side and glass doors I assumed led to the balcony. A door to the bathroom and also one to the walk-in closet.
"Your clothes are in the closet and your sanitary items in the bathroom. If you need anything, just let me know,I'll be in the kitchen…" she said, still looking at the floor. The sight pained me.
"Thank you, Maria…" I smiled at her as she finally walked out of my room.
I stood there a minute.
What the fuck are you doing, Rose?
The only way out of this is escaping, because I'm not about to be married off to some…guy.
Raven, please hurry the fuck up.
I sighed, walking to the closet. Inside…beautiful long and short silk dresses, cotton too…only in black and red wine. Pajama sets and heels.
I grabbed a pair of shorts and a top and decided to take a shower.
The bathroom was just as fancy. At least it wasn't all black,it had some white and light pink to it.
I wrapped a towel around me and stared at my reflection in the mirror.
Hair a mess, my lips cracked, a little pale, eye bags. The wound on my shoulder had stopped bleeding but still hurt. I'd need to fix it.
"Raven," I whispered, my breath fogging the glass as the mist from the shower wrapped around me.
I stepped under the hot water and hissed when it flowed down my body covered in slight marks, the only major one on my shoulder.
I took a long shower,thinking, plotting. As I'd thought before:
Fitting in whoever's shoes I'm wearing until I find a chance to escape.
Back in the room, I tended to my wound, dabbed it with alcohol and wrapped a bandage on it. It would heal soon,it wasn't a bullet wound, just a graze.
I combed and blow-dried my hair, tying it with my mom's hair tie, and then I stood grabbing my muddy boots. I shook them upside down on the bed and the twelve pieces of real diamonds fell. I smiled, grabbing them.
I looked around and walked to the vanity mirror, pulling open the drawers next to it filled with makeup. I found a small box and placed the diamonds there, and tucked the box under the mattress right where I lay my head and I place a pillow on it.
I sat in the middle of the bed and got in my head again,my mom's voice, her pale, scared face, how her hug felt. Vante's voice. A tear fell as I fidgeted with my fingers.
"I don't know what to do, Mama," I whispered, sniffing as more tears fell.
My breath caught when I heard footsteps in the hallway.
A deep, raspy, cold voice came,
"Where is she?" he asked.
"In her room, sir…" Maria's voice came.
And then heavy, slow footsteps approached my door. I held my breath, clutching the comforter to my chest. My heart thudded in my ears as I trembled.
The doorknob turned. I swallowed hard, the room suddenly felt colder and..