Bullied To Love novel Chapter 31

It’s Friday, one more day to the ball I have been planning for a week. Everything is ready for the ball. The only thing missing is the dress I am going to wear, and that’s why the girls and I are going shopping later this afternoon. I finish with all the last minute arrangements at the hall before I take my car to meet the girls at the mall. I am meeting up with Sofia, Joan and Victoria. It feels so good to have a car now; it makes moving around so much easier.

I arrive at the mall and walk to the store where Sofia said they are at. I say hi to the girls before taking a seat to rest a little before I start the search for the perfect dress.

I have been to five different stores, and so far I have not found ‘The one’ like Victoria likes to say. We enter a new shop; I see the dress I have been looking the whole time. I ask the shop attendant to get me the dress to try it on. I try it on, and it fits perfectly. After trying on the dress, I ask her to pack it up for me.

After a day full of work and shopping, I get home, eat and go to sleep hugging my bed like it will run away from me. I am sleeping in Enzo’s house because I am too tired to drive home. I am trying to get deep into my slumber when I hear noises coming from downstairs. I look to my left and see Enzo is still not in bed. I walk downstairs to find out if everything is alright. I go downstairs to see Enzo and some guys in black suits in a heated conversation. I am guessing they are his bodyguards because two of me wouldn’t even make one of these men. I decide to go back to bed since it seems like it’s nothing serious, but Enzo calls me making me come to a halt on the stairs.

“Mi amore , is that you?” Enzo says.

“Yes, it’s me,” I say walking back downstairs.

“Please come here for a minute.”

“Alright, I am coming,” I say walking down the stairs.

“I would like you to meet Mack; he is the head security in charge of tomorrow’s event,” Enzo says introducing me to the biggest guy in the room.

“Hello, I am Katherine,” I say offering my hand for him to shake.

“Good evening ma’am,” he says shaking my hand briefly.

“How are you?”

“I am fine thank you.”

“We were just discussing how to increase security for tomorrow,” Enzo says.

“Oh, that’s good. I should leave you guys to it then,” I say, turning back to go upstairs.

“No, we need your help.”

“Oh! What can I help you guys with?”

“We need a description of what Carlos looks like.”

“Oh, how my uncle looks. He is a six-foot-tall man, with dirty blond hair; he has sea blue eyes and a scar on his left eye.

“Is this him?” Mack says showing me a picture of Carlos.

“Yes, that’s him.”

“Alright, thank you, ma’am.”

“You are welcome. Is there anything else I could help with?”

“I think that’s all for now, amore.”

“Alright, I will leave you guys to continue. Bye.”

“I will be up soon,” Enzo says.

I am getting comfortable in bed when Enzo walks in. He changes into his PJ’S and joins me in the bed.

“Are you sleeping, mi amore?”

“No my love,” I say turning around to face him.

“I hope everything is okay?” I say placing my hand on his face.

“Yes, everything is fine, but I wanted to ask, ‘why is it that your uncle is so reluctant to kill you?’ Because, I don’t see why he should be coming after you when your father is still alive.”

“I don’t know about that, but I guess we will find out in time.”

“Alright, if you say so. Let’s get some sleep, tomorrow is a busy day. Goodnight, mi amore,” he says kissing me.

The next morning I wake up early and go to Enzo’s hotel to make sure everything is ready for this evening. I go back home after making sure everything is set up. Papa wants to talk to me before tonight’s event. I hope it’s not something I should be worried about. I drive home after getting something to eat on my way. I step inside the house while announcing my arrival.

“Papa! Mama! I’m home.” I say, walking towards the kitchen.

“How was your day, dear,” Mama says pecking me on the cheeks.

“It was fine, mama, and I brought food on my way home,” I say placing the food on the table.

“How is my Guerriero (Warrior) doing?” Papa says.

“I’m good, papa, how was your day?” I say picking out a plate to get something to eat.