Betrothed To The Mafia Lord

Chapter 108

Luca’s POV

The whole thing which I had gotten from the mall yesterday was still at a particular spot in the hallways,

beside the staircase. The smaller things like brushes and water colors had all been arranged there,

while the way bigger things like standing boards, blank posters and the like were all arranged in the

dining room. It was supposed to be all sorted out this morning, hopefully – because the only thing

which held me from arranged the whole thing was because I still haven’t been given a particular room.

But then I had hoped that Luca would return home early yesterday, since it was a Sunday and it had

seemed like he wouldn’t be leaving the house throughout the whole day, but I had obviously thought

wrong, because as soon as I had returning back from the mall, was at the same time that he had also

gone out – and unfortunately didn’t end up returning until after I had ended up falling asleep.

I moved around in the bathroom and picked up the shampoos in order to wash my hair as well, even

though I had washed my hair yesterday, and it was still very clean at the moment and didn’t need any

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Once I was done rubbing more than necessary amount of shampoo into my hair, I washed it off with

warm water and then proceeded to wash my whole body off, loving how the strawberries scent of the

shampoo as well as the fruity scent of the body liquid soap which I made use of, clung around my

whole body.

I made my way out of the shower and toweled myself dry with the piece of white towel which I had

previously picked out, before I had made my way into the shower. I wrapped another piece of smaller

towel around my hair and squeezed around it in order to get most of the water out of my hair. Before it

got completely wrong ou, I pulled the towel off and combed my fingers thoroughly through my dark and

wet strands, in order to not let it start drying off with tbe tips a little bit curled up against one another.

I paused at the front of one of the wash hand basins in the bathroom and picked up my brush, squirting

a little amount of toothpaste onto the bristles before proceeding to brush my teeth. Once I was done, I

rinsed my mouth out with warm water and placed my brush back on the rack where it was positioned

before starting to make my way towards the spot where the biggest basin was located in the bathroom,

it was also where the biggest mirror was located against, above the basin.

I stared at myself in the mirror, grimacing at my reflection for a few seconds before turning around and

starting to make my way out of the bathroom, and into the walk in closet. I moved towards the closet to

start to search for a cloth to wear today, before I suddenly remembered that I was still very much

unfortunately still on my period at that moment, and as soon as that thought had thankfully dinged in

my head, I turned around almost immediately and made my way out of the walk in closet, straight into

the bathroom once again. I moved towards the drawers in the bathroom and picked out a piece of

underwear to wear today, and then I picked out another piece of new tampon.

I inserted the piece of tampon into my body and managed to wince because I had been wound up way

too tightly when I had been shoving the piece of tampon into my body. I started to make my way out of

the bathroom and into the walk-in closet once again.

After so much consulting my body comfort and mind, I finally decided on a piece of a dark colored skirt

which came down my thighs a lot more, compared to the other shirts in my whole collection of clothes. I

drew the skirt over my hips and decided to wear a piece of black colored pop socks beneath the skirt,

because I had a feeling I was going to be bending down a lot today, around the guards, if it was they

wer going to be helping me set up my painting room— and I didn’t want to be in an uncomfortable

position where by I’d be finding it too hard and uncomfortable for me to crouch down due to the fear of

my skirt going up my thighs way too much and revealing my underwear to them.

Lord knows I’d drop down dead immediately, as soon as that thing takes place… so it had better not

happen, in real life.

I moved my fingers through the clothes, trying to figure out what top I could wear to fit tne skirt I

currently had hanging off my waist. I finally decided on a piece of ash top, and the top was a little bit

cropped, so it revealed a little bit of my stomach, as well as my tiny belle button.

It wasn’t my first time wearing a crop top, but tbe times when I had been allowed to wear it, was when

I’d be attending a kind of casual gathering, and needed to appear grown than my age– a look which I

had always managed to pull off without any hitch, except for my shyness and social awkward, which we

weren’t going to speak about, for now.

I breathed out a small sigh on realizing that I hadn’t remembered to wear a bra beneath the ash colored

cropped top. With another small sigh leaving my slightly parted lips, I dragged the top over my head

and fished out a piece of bra to wear, because my nipples had been way too pressed against the

material of tbe ash cropped top, and also because my nipples were currently a little bit sore and

sensitive, which was all because of my period which I was currently on.

That was one of the side effects of the mensuration which I had unfortunately gotten, along with

cramps, body pains, moodiness, back aches, loss of appetite, headache, mood swings and some other

side effects which I couldn’t for the life of me, remember at this very moment.

Once I had successfully hooked the bra over my body, I dragged the ash colored cropped top over my

body once again and adjusted the dark colored skirt, loving how the color of both pieces of materials

which I had on had rhymed in a cool kind of way.

I made my way towards the dressing table and started to run the comb through my almost dried off

hair, a few moments later.