Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

"They are not my size," Rose came up with an excuse to avoid wearing but the girl's were not buying that cause Anna had picked a dress and pushed the cloth towards Rose.

"I really don't want to go," Rose said shaking her head furiously as she took a step back.

"Do it for Wayne, he might have not done anything significant but he is still out friend and if anyone should be with him, it should be us," Debby said frowning as she removed the dress from the hanger and placed it on Rose's shoulder.

"Fine I will go but I get to wear what I want," Rose gave her terms.

"Sure," Debby said taking the cloth away.

Rose sighed before walking out of the closet.

"Do you think we over did it?" Anna asked as she looked back at the door Rose just walked out of.

"No, she will have to go for this party," Debby said firmly..

"I am sure Wayne won't mind if she does not come after all she wants to design a jacket specially for him," Anna refused to accept that. "I will tell her not to bother."

"Stop," Debby said holding Anna's hand. "You and Rose have been drifting apart slowly and I want you two to spend time together this today," Debby said walking back into Anna's bedroom from the walk-in closet.

"That was a good choice Debby. What time can we spend together alone in a clubhouse? The music won't even let us hear each other," Anna said shaking her head as she chose a dress to wear for the party.

"I don't know Anna, I just want Rose to come with us. To be frank she have been running away from every party and I guess we should let her go out a little," Debby tried to make Anna see through her point of view.

"No one stopped her from going out, she just doesn't want to go out. I want to see her dance and enjoy a few drinks too," Anna said nodding in agreement.

​ "Mara showed me the cake you told them to bake for you," Debby said sitting on the couch in the living area.

"I chose to make him his favorite grandma's cake. He will love it I'm sure," Anna said as she began dressing up for the party.

"I heard Wayne invited Jace for the party," Debby said picking up the remote control for the TV.

"I don't think Jace will come for the party. If he really got stabbed, his father night not let him out of the house again," Anna replied. She still remembered Jace but she unhappy about the fact that he did not check on any of them after getting better.

"Wayne told me he will be leaving for his training soon," Debby said as the sound from the TV filled the room.

"Wayne is a know-all, I hope he continues that way," Anna said shaking her head. If only he could help her find the person who almost took her life. Sighing she returned to her walk-in closet to pick a jacket to wear on her body fit knee-length biege sleeveless gown.

"Yeah me too," Debby replied dreamingly.

"Did you come with a jacket?" Anna asked as she returned to her room fully dressed with the right accessories.

"Yeah. I left it in the living room," Debby replied.

It was not cold in the evening but as time goes, it will get colder and it gets colder at night. "That's good then, I will check on Rose."

Rose looked around the wardrobe in her walk-in closet and could not chose a cloth for herself not because she did not know the right thing to wear or because she did not have the right dress to wear but because she did not know want to go for the party.

She returned to her room and sat on the stool infront of the vanity and took a deep soothing breath. That happened in her past life, right? That means it can't come haunting her in this life since she is definitely hundreds of kilometers away from him.

She closed her eyes and rubbed her face gently, she could still remember telling her bunkmate over and over again that she did not want to go for the party but she got blackmailed into going because her bunkmate knew she was crushing on a guy in school.

She went for the party but it turned out to be a disaster. The confident part of herself that was given birth to in her after her rebirth kept speaking loudly to her on what to do.

"You should go. That b*stard is nowhere close to you so don't let him make you miss out on the fun," her confident fearless self encouraged her with a non-existing Pat on her shoulder.

"It is best to avoid such gathering they only back bad memories. Stay at home and make your night useful," her gentle timid self warned her severely. It was the her in her past life with one of the lowest self-esteem ever, her crushed and broken self fighting to survive.

That part of her only always stared at that scarred burnt part of her face and not the other pretty part that looked very beautiful. That part of her was still broken, right? She removed her hand from her face only to stare at herself in the mirror to see her face stained with tears.

She looked at the very beautiful broken girl staring at her back in the mirror and sighed. There really were some traumas that could only be cured by killing the people that caused, right? She shook her head and picked a handkerchief from one of the drawers.

What good was she going to get by killing the guy who almost had her assaulted in her past when she had not even met him in this life? She stared into the hazel eyes of the girl before her and nodded.

"Girl, you are not weak. You will not get hurt," that confident part of her kept encouraging her to go for the party. She could only agree with that part of her despite how hesitant she felt. She could not continue living the rest of her life as some who hyperventilates due to the beat of a loud hip pop music.

The best way she chose to fight her fears was by faces them head-on and putting a final stop to that very unusual fear.

She returned to the closet with a smile as she planned how she will definitely revenge all her past grievances on any guy who tries to molest her in the party. When her eyes met the cold ruthless gaze in the reflection of the ceiling to floor mirror in her closet, the coldness quickly got replaced by fear.

How did she come up with such look in her eyes? She was baffled but she liked it. She wished she could be strong enough to put on that same look on her face when meeting her step mother in the future. The smile across her lips earlier was equally scary she had to rub her hand on her chest in a dramatic manner. How could a smile look so blood-hungry.