Chapter Fourteen

Eveleen

      There was a long red coloured strip of my hair in brown. I blinked my smokey eyes. I had wrapped a white towel around me. My parents cried there's eyes out when they saw the dead body of my brother. I shook my head. It wasn't time to cry over the past. I couldn't bring him back. 

      I paced toward the mattress. I picked up the dress. It was hard from inside. Door creaked open and shut behind me. Duante was looking dashing in black suit. He was sauntering toward me. 

    " Something is wrong with my dress. " I said. 

    " It's bulletproof. " He said. 

    " Why I can't wear a normal dress." I asked. 

    " I'd love it, when you'll wear a normal dress and stay at home. " He nuzzled his nose on my bare shoulder. 

    " Nice try. " I said and walked toward the washroom.&n