Meant To Be

Ch| 8

The wedding.

Stepping out of the car, I stretched my limbs—emerging a wince from my throat when I felt the bone in my knee crack slightly.

A bulky arm wrapped around my waist, causing me to jolt.

"What do you think baby?" His voice whispered into my ear.

I grabbed the arm holding my waist and shoved it off my body.

"It's alright," I said only to tease him. "Alright? Really? Let me show you alright then angelo,"

I wretched away from him as his hand reached too close to my arm.

"I have to get ready..honey." I smiled. His gaze slowly dragged up my body

"Don't be surprised when I intrude you while you're getting ready, cara." His eyes glanced into mine.

"Then I'll have to lock the door." I bit the inside of my cheek.

"We'll see about that,"

"The dress has arrived Mrs. Accardi." Amanda, the dress lady from two days ago walked inside with the dress hanging from her arms.

"Thank you, Amanda," I replied softly. I rose up from the chair I sat in and walked up to her.

"When do we put it on?" I asked. She hung the dress on the hanger and turned around to face me.

"In two hours my lady,"

"Please don't call me that. I'm Natalie." She nodded and walked out.

As she walked outside the door opened again and Camilo walked inside.

"Miss me?" He grinned. I rolled my eyes, turned around and sat down again.

"Natalie, I have to ask you about something very serious." His mood suddenly turned serious.

His hand turned my chair to face his crouching position.

I peered down. "Have you seen or heard anything weird lately?"