Royal Princess: Doted On By The Mafia King

Chapter 42 - Birthday Gift

"No, I slept naturally."

"Without nightmares? You almost never sleep without nightmare. When I went to wake you up in the morning, you were enjoying your sleep while hugging your pillow like your life depended on it," Anna narrated as she could not believe her sister.

"I did not take any drug. I read before sleeping."

"Is it the boring book on your bedside?"

"Hmm."

"Well, I envy you."

"Do you still nightmares?"

"No, just a new type of dream where a voice keeps haunting me.."

"A haunting voice is a nightmare. I think you should visit the therapist."

"I will later this week."

"Good for you."

Anna found it easy to let go of her pain after talking to someone and talking to Rose, Valerie and the therapist, helped her back after the incident that almost cost her life but Rose could not tell anyone the truth about what she was really going through and keeping it bottled up was not helping her. She could only hope that she gets to sleep better from today.

***

"I have your birthday gift," Rose told Anna as she pulled her to her room.

"What is it?"

"It is a surprise," she told with an enticing smile.

"I hope it is something good," Anna murmured suspiciously. She was aware more than anyone of how broke her sister was.

"Yes. I made something for you," Rose told her as she pulled her into her walk-in closet. She removed a dress from the wardrobe and gave it to her sister. "Put it on. I made it for you."

Anna still stood staring at her sister in disbelief because she had being with her sister almost every time and she had not seen her sister make any cloth for her.

"I really made it myself. It was a work in school but you inspired the creation of the cloth so I decided to give it to you."

"What will I use such formal dress for?"

"Be my model."

"You gave me a gift but want something in return," Anna frowned.

"I will need to give this to the teacher tomorrow but I need you to wear it. It is yours afterwards."

"I don't want to," Anna refused waiting for her sister to coax her.

"I want you to. You will look really beautiful in it."

"When did you do this without me? I should have known. I heard about it in school but I did not know you were participating. So, you want to go to the fashion school?"

"Yes, I want to go. You also want to go to A city right? We can go together. This also a birthday gift, right? I promise that we will study in the same town."

"Don't forget to cut and die your hair to black when we enter college," Anna reminded her as well as told Rose her new conditions.

"I only said I was going to cut it," Rose frowned.

"I will not wear the cloth for you then."

"Okay, fine. I will dye it to whatever color you want," Rose agreed scared that her sister might really back out.

"Promise?" Anna asked with her black eyes brightened up excitedly.

"Yes, promise," Rose agreed with a nod but only stopped when she understood the mischievousness she saw in Anna's eyes. "Not any color, black," Rose tried to take it back but Anna was not listening as she took the clothes to wear them. "Just black not any color."

Rose sighed when she Anna was not going to let go of such an opportunity but since she needed Anna to be her model for the project, she decided to swallow her disagreement. She could only hope that Anna will be in a quiet mood when she tells her the color she chose for her or she might really go around with neon red or purple hairstyle for a year.

"I can't wait to go to college," Anna giggled excitedly as she stepped in wearing the black and purple dress that wrapped her slender sexy body perfectly enhancing her wide untamed beauty.

"I have found my muse," Rose murmured pleased as she walked to her sister and began helping her adjust those parts that needed little adjustment. "What do you think?" Rose asked pushing her sister in front of the mirror.

"I look like a supermodel," Anna answered hastily turning to the left and then to the right again showcasing her extraordinary beauty in front of the mirror a confident smile lifting the corners of her lips.

"Yeah you do but . . .," Rose began displeased that her work of art was ignored by this narcissist.

"The cloth makes me look like a supermodel," Anna immediately interrupted her sister when she noticed the displeasure on her sister's face. "You are just too proud," she added afterwards.

"You are proud too," Rose pointed out with a playful frown on her face. "Do you like the dress?" she asked her sister hoping to get a positive answer because that was her main aim; customer's satisfaction.

"I love it. I wish I could wear it out to some big even so that everyone will see it."

"You will wear it to a big event because the showcase will be a big event."

"I wish you told me earlier. I would have helped you. Mum would have helped too."

"I asked Mara to help with what I needed and the school also made the other things available so it was not difficult and I wanted it to be a surprise for you."

"The showcase will really be a big event if that is the show case I think you are talking about."

"Yes. It is the one and only showcase. My teacher told me to participate because she thinks I am as good as the seniors."

"Don't you think I am not good enough to wear this?"

"What?" Rose could not believe her ears. Did the queen narcissist doubt her ability? "Oh come on. You are better than any model because I designed the cloth for you. What about becoming my model in the future?"

"I am going to study engineering so I am not considering your offer."

"It will only be your part time job."

"Let us talk about this later because I think I have no intention to abandon my motorcycles."

Rose chuckled lightly and shook her head. 'Anna and her motorcycles . . .'

"Why don't you show mum?"

"Mum will come for the showcase. She will be one of the judges. I don't think we should let her know now."

"I think Mara will tell her." Anna was impressed by her sister's confident in her skills.

"I made Mara promise not to tell her."

Anna nodded her head turning around to see the back of the gown on the mirror, the metallic texture shining in the lights of the closet. "It is beautiful," she said sincerely under her breathe. She felt happy that her sister was interested in fashion.

Before she got kidnapped, she always followed her mother to work when she could hoping she will learn about fashion and get to love it but she never got the desire to become a fashion designer rather she admired the models.

She went more often when she found out she had not love for fashion designing and tried to build the love but she found herself unable to. After she got kidnapped, she stayed in door and when she began going out, she had not gone back again.

Seeing the love Rose had for fashion designing made the guilt she felt earlier disappear because now her mother had a talented daughter to help her.

Rose found this as an opportunity to come out to the world. Since Mr. Hart spoke to her about her identity, she knew she could not hide for too long and she had to have a reputation before going out. She decided to build that reputation slowly.

She began designing the dress before the announcement of the showcase was made. She had the sketch ready a week after Anna's birthday but she could not bring it to life because she did not have the resource to.

When she heard about the show case, she decided to join since the school will take care of most of their expenses and make the materials available. With that, she could make Anna's birthday gift ready but after meeting Mr. Hart she decided to bring the cloth out for the showcase.

***

"How was your lunch?" Damon asked his sons when they walked into the living room.

"He is leaving again," Jace told his father without hesitation with his voice, his eyes re and his face tear-stained.

"Where is he going to?" Damon had to ask because he did not understand a bit of what Jace meant.

"He is leaving for another two years," Jace said shooting accusing glances at his brother.

"Is that what made you cry?"

"I had to cry. I thought crying will change his mind," Jace murmured feeling wrong. He cried until his throat became sore but his brother did not reconsider.