She's The Mafia [Will be moved onto a new link]
He chuckled, “So, you’re nervous about your outfit?” I glared at him, crossing my hands against my chest again. “Pfft, you’re not going for an interview, darling that you need to be in a presentable outfit!” He has a point.
“Yeah, but an outfit gives an impression!” I whined, pouting a little.
“Well, yeah it does but the one who has a beautiful soul and kind heart doesn’t needs good clothes for a good impression!” That statement had me fell mute. I let my hands down and asked, “And what if I’m no kind-hearted beautiful soul?”
“Impossible!” He stepped closer and gently yanked my hair-rubber down, causing my hair to fall free over my back.
“How?” I asked, looking into his eyes while he was managing my hair.
He looked into my eyes and smiled, “Because no-one can possibly act so well!” He held out his palm to me and added, “Now, shall we?” I looked down at his palm then at him but don’t know why I couldn’t put my hand in his.
His statement made me wonder if he has anything for me because the actual me is everything but a good soul and who’s in front of him is an evil in disguise. Will he still love me if he learns that I am a MAFIA??
Freethoughts02 · Teen
