Dressed To Kill

Angel's POV

Three years later…………

I took one look at the mirror, just to make sure that my eyeliner and lipstick was nicely done.

Perfect.

I smacked my lips to bring out more of the lush on it, and after feeling satisfied with it, I brought out my mascara, gently brushing my eye lashes as if I was performing some ritual.

My phone started ringing.

“ Hello, Miss Sammy”, Peter said on the other side of the phone.

“ Peter?”

“ Yes”, he answered.

“ How many times do I have to remind you that my name now is Miss Victoria”, I said, folding my arm.

“ Sorry, Miss Sam….. Miss Victoria”, he said and I rolled my eyes, feeling slightly amused, “ I just wanted to know when your flight will be landing”.

I grabbed my tablet and scrolled into the airline app.

“ It's going to land by 9:00 pm, American time”.

“ Okay. I'll pick you up at the airport”.

“ Have you made the hotel reservations?”

“ Yes, I did so yesterday”.

“ And, hope you did that under my new name?”

“ Yes, I did”.

“ Okay, see you when I land, that is if the plane doesn't crash before pass the Pacific”, I said and he let out a laugh.

“ See you later Miss Victoria”, he said, ending the call and still laughing. He had become used to my dark humor and now saw it as normal, unlike when he used to think otherwise.

I looked at myself in the mirror once more, and felt as if a total stranger was staring back at me. A stranger with a perfect nose, perfect eye lids, perfect lips, perfect skin, a stranger who was extremely beautiful and flawless, a stranger who was typically made up of plastic.

The journey to look that good had not been an easy one.

The first scar surgery I underwent had complications, complications that almost led to my death. Then, other surgeries had little complications. I had to undergo a nose job three times because the first one came out looking bent,and the second nose job made me look like a pig.

My whole body was wrapped up with plastic skin, plastic skin that took almost a year to heal and start looking like normal skin.

Along the way, they found out that my heart and lungs were failing, so I had to be on dialysis for about six months. I got silicon boobs and a silicon ass, and they were implanted perfectly, making me have the shape of an hour glass.

I stared at the picture frame on my desk. It was the picture of the ultrasound of my baby. I had pleaded with Peter to retrieve it from my pre maternal hospital, and when he retrieved it, I had it made into a frame, so that it would remind me every single day of what Dominic and Anne did to me, of how they had burnt me and killed my baby, and of how angry I was.

I never wanted that anger to subside or soften.

The picture frame always did it's job, and as I looked at it one more time, I felt my blood boiling with anger.

I took the frame and put it in my handbag before walking out of the room, heading to the airport.

“ Miss Victoria!” I heard someone call out, and I turned to the direction of the sound and found Peter waving at me with a placard that had my name on it.

“ Really? A placard?” I said to myself as I made my way to him.

“ Welcome home, Miss Victoria”, he said, smiling sheepishly like a little child.

“ Was the placard really necessary?” I asked as he took my luggage from me.

“ I don't know, I just thought I should get it”, he said, heading to the car.

“ And did you come from the hospital? Why are you still in scrubs?” I asked as I took notice of his blue scrubs.

“ Yeah, I just came out of a six hour long surgery”, he arranged the luggage into the boot.

“ And you couldn't even change into something casual before coming out?”

“ Trust me, there was no time for that”, he slammed the boot shot.

“ We're going to the hotel, right?” I asked as we both got into the car.

“ Yes, we are”, and with that, he drove off.

Central city was still as I remembered. There was nothing new or unusual. It was summer, and the sun was displaying it talent, sending out too much rays.

I opened the car window, yearning for fresh air, and as we drove, I closed my eyes as the breeze grazed my face.

“ Have you seen wedding budget?” Peter asked, bringing an end to the comfortable silence. He continued, “ they are spending over 1.5 billion dollars on the wedding. It's crazy. Only the wedding cake costs a hundred million dollars”, he said, trying to get me to engage, but I was too solemn to talk, so I just nodded and affirmed as he kept on talking.

I knew everything about the wedding. Anne's wedding gown was made by Meghan Markle's fashion designer, Nelly Bob, and had a thousand hand stitched crystals, costing over a hundred and fifty million. The entourage for the wedding were over two hundred million dollars, and let's not talk about the main event planning, the decoration of the wedding hall cost fifty-five million dollars, and the chefs that were employed were crazy.

I knew everything, and it was all to overwhelming to know that they were doing all that with my money, my money, and leaving my company to ruin.

“ I got your invitation, just as you requested”, Peter said after we arrived at the hotel. The invitation was given to only few people, and he had to hack the event planners system to get me in. “ The wedding venue is at the Singapore plaza. I would have gone with you but I am kinda busy tomorrow”.

“ No problem, I'll go on my own”.

“ Okay”, he brought out my bags from the boot and got back into the car, “ talk to you later”, he said and then drove off.

The hotel attendant took my luggage to my room and I got settled in.

I couldn't sleep that night. The fact that Dominic and Anne were getting married the next day kept me awake, and for the first time since the fire, I cried. I didn't even know that my eyes could still produce tears, but it did, and by the time I slept off in the early hours of the morning, my pillow was soaking wet.

The next morning, I became sober enough. There was no time for self pity or regret, there was only time for action.

I got out my Chanel couture gown, dolled myself up, and then wore the dress.

The dress was doing what I wanted it to do, exposing every pleasurable detail of my body.

It was a sleeveless, show-back, bra-less, mil gown, which stopped way above my knee and accentuated my body figure, as tight fitting as it was.

I looked myself in the mirror and felt happy with what I saw. I didn't just want to take the spotlight of the bride, I wanted to be the centre of attraction.

I was dressed to kill.

The last person to get into the room always held the most attention, and so I waited until the wedding activities were far gone behind, before walking into the wedding hall like a peacock.

All eyes were turned to me, as if time stood still. The mouths of many were ajar, but that didn't bother me.

Some dance group was performing on stage, and I made my way round it and came to where Dominic and Anne were, with some people.

I walked straight up to Dominic, planting a smile on my face.

“ Mr Wright”, I said to him, not caring that he was talking to someone else, grabbing his attention, and when his eyes fell on me, it never left.

I extended my hand for a handshake and he grabbed it, his eyes scanning my entire body, and I made it easier for him to scan as I bent towards him, to give him a perfect view of my surplus boobs.

“ Congratulations on your wedding”, I said as I felt Anne's scornful gaze on me, and Dominic's eyes on my boobs.

I knew very readily; he wanted to fuck me, he would do everything and anything to fuck me, and I will use that to lead him to his early grave.