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chiffony. He turned around with the dress. Grinning, he said, “Alright, honey. Get on up. We need to get you into this gor geous gown!”
Thirty minutes later, Emma was walking down the grand staircase. The gown had, of course, been a perfect fit. It was a peach chiffon ball gown with a crystal studded belt to match. It was beautiful and most definitely the most expensive thing Emma had ever worn on her body. Along with the dress, a pink sapphire and diamond necklace and bracelet had also been draped on her. Emma felt like a fairytale princess.
As she put her hand on the stair rail and took her first step down, she caught the silvery gray eyes of Antonio Del Marco. Standing in the grand foyer, he cut a lethal picture. Tall and dangerous, he wore an impeccably tailored black suit that seemed to gleam. His crisp white shirt offset the darkness of his hair. He looked like elegant brutality. It took Emma’s breath away.
If she was the princess, Antonio was not her prince. He was the wicked knight, the dark soldier, who came at night to steal a maiden away.
And as she slowly descended, Antonio’s gaze never left her. He had seemed surprised at first seeing her and then his eyes had warmed over and had taken on a more…appreciative stare. Was he admiring her? Was that glow in his hard gaze admiration?
Once she had reached the foyer, she stood in front of Antonio, unsure what she was to say or do.
He finally cleared his throat and nodded. “You look beautiful,” he said gruffly, before motioning to a guard that they were ready to leave.
Emma wondered how she could possibly blush from a compliment from the man who currently held her life in his hands.
***
“Tell them you went to USC and what you studied, if they ask,” Antonio instructed. “No need to lie there. Just tell them you were interested in eventually working in the non-profit sector.”
Emma tried not to snort. Who would believe a mob boss’s daughter would want to work in the non-profit sector? Oh sorry about all the drugs and guns we sold. How about I work at a soup kitchen for a weekend to make it up? She wisely kept the thought to herself.
Behind Antonio, the city lights flashed by the limo windows. Judging by how long they had been driving, Emma realized they weren’t that far from the city after all. She was quite sure now that the Del Marco house was in Malibu.
Since getting into the limo, Antonio had been giving her firm instructions on how to introduce herself to the guests that would be attending the event. She would be causing quite an uproar by debuting as the never before heard of Del Marco daughter and Antonio wanted to make sure she had her story straight.
Although Emma still didn’t want to accept her Del Marco connections or her even aid in the sham of a marriage Antonio was setting up for her, she still felt a knot of nervousness in the pit of her stomach as they drew closer and closer to the Gala.
She had grown up as a nobody. She was more familiar and comfortable in a ratty studio apartment that echoed with gunshots than in a beautiful gown and diamonds. She was sure everyone at the event would take one look at her and see her for the fraud she really was.
That wouldn’t be so terrible though, would it? If people saw her for who she really was, then Antonio’s plans to foist her off on some strange gangster would crumble and maybe she could go back to her life again, brushing this whole incident off as some odd and crazy fantasy.
But Emma
Thirty minutes later, Emma was walking down the grand staircase. The gown had, of course, been a perfect fit. It was a peach chiffon ball gown with a crystal studded belt to match. It was beautiful and most definitely the most expensive thing Emma had ever worn on her body. Along with the dress, a pink sapphire and diamond necklace and bracelet had also been draped on her. Emma felt like a fairytale princess.
As she put her hand on the stair rail and took her first step down, she caught the silvery gray eyes of Antonio Del Marco. Standing in the grand foyer, he cut a lethal picture. Tall and dangerous, he wore an impeccably tailored black suit that seemed to gleam. His crisp white shirt offset the darkness of his hair. He looked like elegant brutality. It took Emma’s breath away.
If she was the princess, Antonio was not her prince. He was the wicked knight, the dark soldier, who came at night to steal a maiden away.
And as she slowly descended, Antonio’s gaze never left her. He had seemed surprised at first seeing her and then his eyes had warmed over and had taken on a more…appreciative stare. Was he admiring her? Was that glow in his hard gaze admiration?
Once she had reached the foyer, she stood in front of Antonio, unsure what she was to say or do.
He finally cleared his throat and nodded. “You look beautiful,” he said gruffly, before motioning to a guard that they were ready to leave.
Emma wondered how she could possibly blush from a compliment from the man who currently held her life in his hands.
***
“Tell them you went to USC and what you studied, if they ask,” Antonio instructed. “No need to lie there. Just tell them you were interested in eventually working in the non-profit sector.”
Emma tried not to snort. Who would believe a mob boss’s daughter would want to work in the non-profit sector? Oh sorry about all the drugs and guns we sold. How about I work at a soup kitchen for a weekend to make it up? She wisely kept the thought to herself.
Behind Antonio, the city lights flashed by the limo windows. Judging by how long they had been driving, Emma realized they weren’t that far from the city after all. She was quite sure now that the Del Marco house was in Malibu.
Since getting into the limo, Antonio had been giving her firm instructions on how to introduce herself to the guests that would be attending the event. She would be causing quite an uproar by debuting as the never before heard of Del Marco daughter and Antonio wanted to make sure she had her story straight.
Although Emma still didn’t want to accept her Del Marco connections or her even aid in the sham of a marriage Antonio was setting up for her, she still felt a knot of nervousness in the pit of her stomach as they drew closer and closer to the Gala.
She had grown up as a nobody. She was more familiar and comfortable in a ratty studio apartment that echoed with gunshots than in a beautiful gown and diamonds. She was sure everyone at the event would take one look at her and see her for the fraud she really was.
That wouldn’t be so terrible though, would it? If people saw her for who she really was, then Antonio’s plans to foist her off on some strange gangster would crumble and maybe she could go back to her life again, brushing this whole incident off as some odd and crazy fantasy.
But Emma
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