"All these things they fade, But our love so beautifully stays"

Unedited from here- Arabella Karve I feel my body tense nervously once Eros pushes open the car door and confidently steps out. I don't bother moving as I nervously just stare at him.

He closes his door and smoothing walks around to my side, pulling open my door. He leans down a little bit, looking into the car at me with a dark raised eyebrow.

I widen my eyes slightly, hinting at the fact that I was dreading having to step out of the warm car. He rolls his eyes and my heart about stops as he reluctantly reaches out one of his large hands, ready to assist me out of the car.

I slightly scrunch my nose thinking about making contact with him, but then I realize that numerous people are now watching us intensely. Oh Lord.

My hand slowly connects with his rough, warm one while I glance up into his icy eyes. His cold rings send a slight chill down my spine as I begin to slide out of the car.

"Oh being a gentleman are we?" I question sarcastically with a straight face as my foot reaches the asphalt and I begin to stand up.

"Well I wouldn't want people to see me being rude towards the mafia princess." He says coldly while we quickly pull our hands away from each other, as if we were going to retain a deadly disease. He's a fucking moron.

"Heir." I mutter under my breath, hating when people call me a princess.

"What?"

"Heir, mafia heir" I repeat as we slowly begin to make our way up the large, daunting stairs. I can feel everyone staring at us.

Once we reach the top of the stairs Eros swiftly moves in front of me, pulling open the beautiful door. I step in and immediately am entranced by the gorgeous room. Gorgeous is an extreme understatement.

I immediately look upward and study the tremendous, dome shaped ceiling. It is painted a soft blue and has soft, white, fluffy clouds scattered around it. Beautiful gold, vintage walls shimmer around me, and I feel astonished by the heavenly sight.

Round tables with soft white table cloths, are positioned perfectly around the room. Fancy decorations are placed in the middle of them, along with hand painted plates.

Elegant people are scattered through the room, most looking like they are having profound conversations. Soft chatter and synthetic, dainty laughs ring around the warm room, accompanied by the smell of divine food and expensive perfume.

"Are you going to walk Bella?" I hear Eros's deep voice question judgmentally from behind me, his warm, minty breath fanning against the back of my neck, ruining the gloriousness of the room.

"Can't you ever just enjoy something?" I question in an annoyed manner as I turn around to face Eros while placing my hands upon my hips.

"What am I supposed to be enjoying?" He utters genuinely, while looking down at me completely unamused. His muscular arms cross over his broad chest and I can't help but glance down at them. Damn.

"This is the most beautiful thing ever!" I yell genuinely confused at how he can't understand the beauty of the room. I throw my gloved arms up in the air in irritation causing his to just shake his head.

"I've seen better." He says coldly while walking humorously past me. What a pain in the as-

"Dick." I grumble quietly under my breath as I turn around and begin to follow him towards one of the tables that have our names written on small dainty cards.

I sit down in my seat gracefully, semi-gracefully, and I immediately admire the name card that is wrote in perfect cursive.

Eros takes a seat in the chair next to me, and he immediately goes for the expensive champagne that is placed on the fancy table. His scarred hand that has the flawless snake tattoo, wraps around the bottle and he begins to pour some into one of the champagne glasses on the table.

I immediately lean forward while reaching towards the bottle, "Hey give me some of that shi-"

"My, my fancy meeting you here gorgeous." I hear a familiar Russian accent say charmingly from behind me.

I pause and slowly turn my head to be met with a handsome looking, Dimitri standing behind me with a large, attractive smirk.

I slowly admire his flawless attire, a dark blue, tight turtleneck that shows off his perfectly sculpted body underneath, along with classy black dress pants. Damn.

"Dimitri." I greet him with a small amused grin while he begins to walk over to the seat next to me.

Thank God I am not in a fucking night gown this time.

"Why, how lovely of a seating arrangement." He says with a chuckle, while he picks up the name card next to me with his pointer and middle finger, and turning the card fluently towards me, that I now notice has ~Dimitri Sokolov~ written upon it.

"Wow lucky me." I tease and being to lean forward and grab the champagne bottle that Eros placed back on the table. Dimitri smoothly begins to sit down in the seat on the left of me. Holy hell he smells good.

"Oh Mr.Vandare nice seeing you again." Dimitri smirks while he leans back in his chair and crosses his ankle over his knee.

Eros just stares darkly at him, his cold, dead eyes penetrating Dimitris every move.

Dimitri awkwardly clears his throat before he turns his head back to me and he smiles brightly again.

"So-" He begins, but I am then met by the sight my mother and father approaching the table with cold glares plastered on their wrinkled faces.

"Arabella, I see you met Mr.Sokolov." My mother says monotonously while holding properly onto my fathers arm, and looking down at me as if I am inferior to her. Bitch.

"Yep." I utter in a bored tone while looking down at the table cloth and beginning to draw invisible shapes with my washed out finger.

"Ah lovely to see you Mr and Mrs.Karve, your daughter is a delight." Dimitri says with a smile as he stands up and politely shakes both of their hands.

They all begin to speak and laugh, enjoying each others company. I completely tune them out, not wanting to listen to them flatter each other. And kiss each others asses.

I glance towards Eros just to see him staring straight at me intensely. He slowly lifts his champagne glass to his lips and takes a swig, his adam's apple bobbing deeply as he swallows.

"Do you need something?" I question, annoyed at his staring.

"Nope, but your just about as interesting as the conversation happening." He says in a casual manner as he sets down his glass and crosses his arms, his forearms flexing slightly as he leans back against the chair.

"Really? I am surprised your not up there kissing my mothers ass." I say with a tight lipped grin as I copy his movements and lean back as well.

"Your a fucking idiot." He says lowly as he shakes his head and looks away.

"Sorry, I just didn't know if you wanted to update her on my behavior." I say while lifting up my hand in front of my face and studying my perfectly painted nails.

"Maybe if your spoiled ass could ever just be fucking thankful for all that you have and stop trying to create issues, I wouldn't have to be updating them."

I am going to slit his fucking throa-

"Well we will be sitting with the DuPonts tonight inorder to discuss some business, you enjoy your night." My mother says while beginning to take a step back from Dimitri.

"You as well." Dimitri says with a charming smile.

With that, my mother and father turn around and walk toward the table where the DuPonts are seated, a prestigious family who started funding our business since the very beginning.

Dimitri sits back down next to me and flashes me a kind smile. "Sorry gorgeous, just don't want to be rude since they gave me such a big opportunity."

"Opportunity?" I ask curiously while leaning forward towards Dimitri, and bracing my crossed arms on table, a small smile creeping its way back onto my face.

"Oh you don't know yet?" He says with a smirk while intertwining his fingers on the table and leaning forward slightly. "You're here to meet the new assassins aren't you? Well let me be the first one you meet, top of the class."

No fucking way.

"No way! You're one of the new hit men!?" I say with a surprised laugh.

"Yes ma'am, I trained in Russia for almost a decade. And now that I have come here your parents are housing me in a nearby area so that I can work for the business." He says with a wink and a proud smile, his attractive smile lines on full display.

"And maybe Vandare over there can give me some tips since I hear he was the best of the best in Italy." Dimitri says while turning his head toward Eros, in an almost mocking way.

I also turn to look towards Eros only to see him typing on his phone not even bothering to look up. He's so fucking rude.

"So..." Dimitri says while looking back towards me with curiosity sparkaling in his hemlock eyes. "Tell me some things about yourself"

"Like what?" I ask while flashing him my white teeth.

"Some of your favorite things"

I give him a wide smile while tucking a lock of hair behind my ear, "okay hm... Romeo and Juliet, Lana del Rey, strawberry cake, dark red, coca-cola, snakes, rain, candles, fall, and white roses."

Nobody ever asks me about my favorite things.

"Romeo and Juliet, eh?" He says while tilting his head slightly.

"Yeah, it's the most beautifully written story to ever exist"

"Except for the fact that both Romeo and Juliet were pretty injudicious"

After Dimitri says that I hear a loud scoff from beside me and I turn my head to see Eros shaking his head with a small smirk. His eyes are still trained on the phone in his hands. What crawled up his ass and died?

"I-no they weren't, they were caught in the passion of love." I say defensively while turning my head back to Dimitri and furrowing my eyebrows, slightly taken aback by his accusations.

"They gave up everything for each other after knowing each other for what? three days?" Dimitri says while gazing at me with a weird gleam in his eyes.

"Five." I hear Eros grumble deeply from beside me still not looking up from his phone.

"I though you did not read Romeo and Juliet?" I say while rolling my eyes irritated by his interruptions.

"I'm not fucking stupid I still know the basic storyline." Eros scoffs while briefly glancing up and directly staring into my eyes.

"Your a pain in the as-"

Before I can finish my crude statement Dimitri places his soft hand over mine and looks at me with a soft closed mouth smile "I am sorry gorgeous, I am just not much of a reader but I will read it again for you, and through a different perspective."

"Thank you Dimitri but everyone can have their own opinions, there is no need to apologize." I say full heartedly with a small sincere smile.

"So you like Lana del Rey hm?" *************************** After lots of champagne, flirting, giggling, and eating wonderful food, a well dressed man steps onto the vintage stage placed at the front of the room. He steadily begins to set up his microphone and I mentally groan.

Slowly the lights begin to dim to a soft mood lighting and a large spotlight shines upon the stunning stage.

The loud conversations filling the room begin to shift to hushed whispers and small snickers.

"Waffles and pancakes do not taste the same." I whisper seriously with a large smile.

Somehow throughout the couple hours we have been here, me and Dimitri have ended up with our chairs right up next to each other. Probably because of our deep, semi-deep, discussions.

Eros has stayed completely silent basically the entire night except for a couple scoffs and crude comments aimed at me.

"Wrong, waffles are just pancakes with abbs." Dimitri whispers back while tapping his finger silently against the table.

"Well I suppose anything with abbs tastes better." I say while crossing my arms with a knowing grin.

"Oh really?" Dimitri whispers with a smirk as he slowly leans in closer to me.

Right before I am about to make another bold, tipsy statement, I feel my chair suddenly slide roughly away from Dimitri and towards my original spot.

I let out a suprised gasp as I clutch on to the seat of my chair. I snap my head towards Eros only to see him with one of his hands casually wrapped around the bottom of my chair, as he pulls my chair away from Dimitri with ease.

The screeching of the chair dragging across the hard floor attracts a few turned heads and pissed off stares. Don't burst a fucking blood vessel everyone.

Once he is pleased with where I am seated he lets go and carelessly leans back against his chair, and looks toward the grand stage where the man is adjusting the microphone, preparing to speak.

"Are you happy now?" I say sarcastically while narrowing my eyes angrily at Eros.

"Yep." He says deeply as he doesn't even spare me a glance but rather looks at the uninteresting old man upon the stage.

Someone is on their lady's days.

I am about to turn back towards Dimitri but then the loud tapping of a microphone coming from the stage, gains my attention along with everyone else's.

"Greetings everyone, I want to start off by thanking you for attending tonight" the man upon the stage says politely and receives the response of a soft applause.

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