I didn't understand what I was doing. She ordered me on my order that I should request her to become my plus one. And I did. I was obeying her when she should be the one to do it.

Something was changing between us. And I don't think anyone could tell me what it was. Earlier when I asked her to be my plus one only for tonight, I saw a strange expression on her face. It was quite...cute. Maybe?

Perhaps, I am losing my mind because I was obeying everything she said, even tolerating her tantrums. Also caring for her ankle to not get sprained.

I was so busy catching up with every businessman that I forgot about Alora. She said that she had to go to the bathroom to freshen up a bit and also she would talk with the other girls there. And she also went saying that she will be late because girls talk more in the washroom, which was correct.

I have been watching my friends having different kinds of fun with those ladies they met earlier. Only Max was sitting alone but he seemed to be enjoying his own company because he was drinking. They just needed an excuse to consume alcohol as much as possible.

Groves was also here now. I saw him glaring at me several times. But now, he had also not been seen for a long time. I don't care as long as he does not create any problems for me.

Now, it's almost been half an hour since she had gone. I should check–

There she was. She was coming in her heels, swinging and moving. I already told her not to walk with it but it is also true that she had been sitting since we came here. I felt pity that she won't be able to jump for some time until we go back.

Trouble was coming towards me. There was a look of ecstasy on her face. Her face was filled with satisfaction and...joy. What was so fun in the bathroom?

As soon as she came walking towards me, her heels slipped again. But luckily, I caught her from falling.

"Thank you." She said with a bright smile.

"I told you–"

"Yeah, I am sorry. I won't go anywhere, again." She cut me off and said. Then she muttered something in her breath that I couldn't hear.

I was looking at her face and trying to know what she was up to when my friends came out of nowhere and stood beside her. Carlo hugged her like always and she gave him a warm smile. They chatted about the party and the people who looked like grim reapers to her. She said they all looked scary and deadly.

A waiter came to us with glasses of wine in his tray. Everyone took a glass from it, then I saw that the trouble was going to take one. As she grabbed the glass, I snatched it from her and placed it again onto the tray. All of them looked at me confusingly. But she seemed to be angry with that.

"Now can't I even drink juice?" She complained.

Instead of giving her an answer, I looked around and when I saw a waitress with a tray of juices, I called her here.

"It was alcohol."

"Oh! I don't drink alcohol." She said with relief.

When the waitress was coming, I saw a nervous look on Alora's face. She started rubbing the back of her neck and tugged her hair behind her ears. But she was also smiling.

"Hello, ma'am. Please." The waitress said to her with a broad smile as she extended the tray to her and she picked up a glass.

"Thank you, ma'am." It was Alora who called her ma'am and thanked her. She would respect every human and that was her speciality.

"Oh, no...no. It should be me thanking you. What you have done for me..."

Alora cut her off and said, "It's fine. I am going to take this juice as your gratitude then." She hugged her and smiled even broader.

What's the matter with that lady? Why would she thank her?

After the waitress was gone, I asked Alora about how she got to know her and why she thanked her. She said the lady was having some problems with her uniform, so she just helped her.

After a few moments, we came into a group of the mafia's spoiled children from other families. I don't really like them, mostly the girls because they always tried to insult my capabilities. But still, I didn't care what they said or think.

Zeta, Martina, Greta, and Daniel were only present at this party. We came into a separate room to have a better conversation. I, Alora and Carlo came because Max and Rome were drunk and Galen was watching them.

"So, what is your name?" Zeta asked Alora with a disgusting look on her face.

I already gave them a warning to not attack her with their mean words and looks. I guess they didn't have the brain to think about the consequences of messing up with my family.

"My name is Alora." I turned to look at her and saw her showing them a warm smile.

They didn't deserve her precious smile.

"So, now you live with Enzo?" This time Martina asked her while gulping down a glass of wine.

"Yeah...I live with them." Again she answered them with a smile.

God! I just lo...wait! Wait! Wait! Was I going to use that word?

No way. No! No! No! I am probably mistaken by some other word. It could not be possible.

"Huh? What do you mean by them? I thought you were only Enzo's mistress... but you are more–"

"Before I kill you all and burn your bodies in this mansion...SHUT YOUR GARBAGE BIN!" I gave them a warning look.

Suddenly, I felt Alora's hand on me. She was gripping mine with a tight hold and when I looked at her face, she winked at me. This was the first time she winked at me.

I kept looking at her, forgetting about those lunatics seating around me.

"If you don't want to die, then don't dare to talk wrong about my sister." Carlo said, pointing a finger at her.

"Oops! Seems like you possessed them." Zeta chuckled by looking at Alora.

"Nah! She is too pretty to do something like that." Daniel said to her while winking at Alora.

Anger, a rage-filled me and for a moment I felt the lava inside my chest. They were not going to go alive from here.

"Well, I am a witch." Alora replied with a dangerous smirk.

Maybe she took my earlier advice seriously and I was glad she was fighting with their words. My face turned into a proud smile and I was still only looking at her. Because, in this room, there's no one as beautiful as her. Not even the moon above us. The inner thoughts about her were increasing, she was the one in my mind now. What was I thinking?

I think I was going crazy.

"She is so spoiled. How could you decide to take someone like her to your place, Enzo?" Martina shook her head with an annoyed face and asked me.

"He will not ask any of you before making any decision." Alora stated.

"How dare you talk back to us like that." This was the first time Greta spoke.

"We came to have a conversation. So, I guess this is how a conversation works." Alora stated boringly.

Carlo was shocked and amused, and proud of her confidence. The more she replied to them and made them shut, my smile got bigger and bigger with every reply.

Martina released a humourless laugh with a disbelieving face. They have never really thought that someone would talk back to them.

Alora did. My trouble did. No, not mine. The trouble did. Yes.

"What a spoiled–" Before Zeta could finish her words, Alora cut her off.

Alora said, "As you all are going too far with your way of speaking, I don't think that I would be able to be quiet anymore." Then she turned towards Carlo and he chuckled at her which made her chuckle too and she continued, "So, I am giving you all a second chance."

Including me, everyone was confused but they were also furious at her words. So to understand what she meant by that, I turned to Carlo and asked him. He said Alora told her that before she reacts to people who try to hurt her, even with their words, she would give them a second chance first. I was internally happy by her process of reaction to people.

Greta parted her mouth in shock with eyes wide open and said, "Huh! I am sorry?"

Alora turned to her with a poker face and lightly shrugged her shoulder, "Apology accepted.”

Daniel tried to take their attention to something else as it was too much for them. Me and Carlo were still with a proud face and the smile on my face wasn't ready to disappear.

As we came out of the room, she held my hand and when I looked at her, her face was beaming.

"I used your advice. I didn't shoot them." She laughed hard at her own words.

I chuckled at her expression and said, "Well, what you did was not less than a gunshot." Again, she jumped at her place while gripping my arms tightly.

"Ouch!" She made a screaming sound.

"Are you okay?"

"Um…yeah. I am just having pain in my ankles.”

"Let's go over there."

As we were going to sit on the couch, those girls came again. Me and Alora looked up at them at the same time. They were showing her a disgusting face full of anger in it.

"Poor girl…she doesn't even know how to walk in heels." Zeta started fake laughing and taking other people's attention towards us.

"You–" As I was going to burst on them, Alora came and stood right before me. She crossed her hands and looked at them with no expression on her face.

"I am okay with being poor. You seem to be rich." She said to Zeta.

"Of course, I am. And I am also studying to be more rich, unlike you." Zeta shrugged her shoulder and replied.

"Really? That's so cool. Well, what are you studying in?" Alora asked with a sarcastic curious face.

No one would know better than me about what she was doing. The three girls laughed by looking at each other before replying, "Business. We want to be independent businesswomen."

"Hmm...business. Are you sure you can handle that?" She asked them narrowing her eyes with more curiosity.

They glanced at each other, their faces were filled with confusion.

Greta chuckled and replied, "We know how to do business."

"Then why don't you mind your own?"

I covered my mouth with my palm to stop a burst of laughter coming out of me. They were shocked and traumatized by her response.

That's my trouble.

Before replying to something savage, she always asked 'Are you sure' and then she exploded with her response. The people who were watching us, all started laughing at them. I saw Zeta had started weeping like a daddy's girl. The very next moment, Martina tried to spill a glass of wine on Alora's dress but she failed.

She gasped, it was obviously fake, and said, "Oh, I am sorry." she showed her a mischievous smirk.

Alora sighed and stood there for a moment. I saw the waiter coming behind us, so I took a glass from him and handed it to Alora, out of their sight. She turned back to look at me and chuckled and this time I winked at her. When they were laughing and giggling at each other, Alora spilled that wine on Martina. She was startled and looked up at her shockingly.

As she was coming towards Alora with an angry face, I stood in front of her, hiding her behind me.

"There's no need to freak out. It's just wine." I said to them boringly.

"I told you I am sorry!" She said to Alora in an angry tone.

"Apology accepted...but I am not."

I chuckled at her replies. They deserved it.

"Enzo, tell your girlfriend to apologize to me. Right now!" She yelled.

"Girlfriend?" I heard Alora mumbling behind me.

"No, she won't. She did the right thing. You were just trying to do the same."

Martina was stepping forward from the right side, so I parted my hands to the right, then she tried to catch Alora from the left so I slide a bit to the left.

"Enzo, what is your problem? Since when did you start taking the side of a girl?" Zeta yelled from behind Martina.

"Since I got my eyes on her."

Maybe I was telling the truth. Maybe I had been taking her side from the time I saw her.

"This is the last time I am asking you to apologize to me for your behaviour." Martina said with gritted teeth.

"Not even in your dreams." Alora replied from behind and started walking away.

When I saw her going out of sight, I turned back at them. They now seemed to be scared by my presence because I could sense the fear in their eyes.

"From now on, don't make me lose my mind. In future, if I ever heard that any of you disturbed her, trust me I won't spare anyone. Keep that as a warning in your empty minds."

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