Chaos In The Darkness; Salvatores's Salvation-Chapter 203: The charity event - I

The next days was tough; tough because she was scared.

Even though she was in the house that was more protected than anyone in the world, Evelyn was scared.

That might be the reason why she had been staring at the door nonstop.

"Is something the matter?" Beth spoke, staring at the door like Evelyn was. "Are you not satisfied with the cleaning?"

The house was cleaned when most of the people were out or late in the morning, when the breakfast hour was over and everybody have left for the office.

"No," Evelyn turned away from the door. "I was thinking about something else." She lied easily, glancing at Beth before looking away.

Even though it had been days to the same thing happening, Evelyn still could not get it out of her mind and she kept on repeating it in a loop.

"On an average how long does it take for you to clean a door?"

It was like a broken record being played and even though it was disturbing she could not get it out of her mind.

"Huh?" Beth was clearly not expecting that question. Because she had a confused expression over her face before she finally understood that the question was directed at her.

"Normally it would take us a minute if it’s through cleaning. Otherwise, it can take a long time depending on the stain.

That was what Evelyn wanted to hear. "What if the stain is paint?"

"Ohh," Bethany groaned. "It can even take an hour to clean. Especially when the door is white in colour."

An hour at most?

Then how was it that they had managed to white the hand print from her door within seconds?

Would that mean that Dante was right and it was just something that she was hallucinating because of lack of sleep?

But why would she hallucinate such a thing? She had long past moved from the fact that she had murdered someone because she had not done so in cold blood but to protect her daughter.

Then why has she hallucinated, if she had, a bloody red handprint?

"Madam," Beth hissed under her breath, making Evelyn look at her. "The door, someone is knocking at the door."

Frowning because she had not heard anything, Evelyn looked at the door only to confirm what Beth had said.

"Come in!"

The door opened slowly only to reveal Marco and his slightly bruised face. He had healed over time, even though it was quicker then she had expected.

The last time Evelyn had seen him his entire face had been bruised and it had made her think he was on the edge of death.

He bowed in front of her before straightening himself. "The don has requested you to get ready for an event tonight."

"An event?"

He nodded curtly, "it is a charity event. The dress and the makeup artist will be here by the afternoon."

Before Evelyn could ask him another question, Marco bowed his head lightly making Evelyn nod in dismal.

That was all the information she was going to get and Marco had made it known by finishing off the conversation.

She huffed when he closed the door behind him. This event might be able to get a mind off things.

*****

It was a red dress.

If Evelyn paid more attention to it was obvious it was not just red but it was blood red in colour.

Was he trying to make a statement or was someone trying to mess with her?

But the dress seemed to be fitting perfectly when it came to his profession. It was blood red in colour, something that Salvatore was familiar with on a daily basis.

She stared at the perfect woman in the mirror.

The makeup artist had magically transformed Evelyn from a regular women tour runway model within minutes.

She noticed how sculpted her cheeks looked. Probably because of the fact that she had also lost a lot of weight which had made her cheeks sink in. The baby fat was no longer there.

"Ready!" The artist stepped away and gave Evelyn one look up and down to make sure that she had not messed up.

Just when she heard the artist says that she was ready, Evelyn stood up and looked at herself in the full length mirror.

There was amber coloured rhinestones that started from her collarbone and divided themselves into the sleeves over her arms.

Even though the colour was something she had a problem with, Evelyn had to agree that she looked pretty. Her lips were painted the exact same colour and the smokey eye look given to her added well to the look.

"Shoes, Ma’am." The artist placed the shoes, beside her feet on the ground and waited patiently as Evelyn wore them.

The high heels added well to her height and before she knew it, she was walking down the stairs.

Salvatore was waiting for her at the entrance of the house while talking on his phone. His eyes trailed over her figure that was descending down the stairs while holding his eyes had finally made it to her face.

All this while he had been listening to what was going on through the phone and just as she appeared in front of him nudged his head to the side, telling her silently to come towards the car.

He opened her door before the guard opened his eyes and with that they were out of the estate grounds.

She heard him hanging up and from the corner of the eyes she could say that he had pocket in the phone before turning towards her.

"There is something you need to be careful about tonight,"

She scowled. Where were they going?

"When you see her tonight, I do not want you to panic our talk in excitement. Your daughter has been told what to do and you will be advised not to mess up."

Advice on not to mess up?

Her ears were up on the word Arabella. She had been told to do something?

"What are you talking about?" If Evelyn had not been wearing lipstick she would have licked her lips.

"Are you aware of where we are going?"

As if Marco will utter another word about it. If he had the power to not say anything and just tell everyone what they were to do, Marco would never give that power away.

"He told me that it is a charity event." That was all he had slipped out.

Salvatore nodded at the answer. "That is true. We are going to a charity event. It has more to do with donations going to orphanages. "

Donations going away with orphanages? Why does he used the word donations towards orphanages and her daughter in the same conversation?

"Are you telling me that you gave her away to an orphanage?" Her heart started to pound so quickly that the moment Evelyn feared that it would jump out.

Her worst fear had been coming through.

Salvatore was trying to give her daughter away.

He tsked and twisted his face Into an expression that betrayed his irritation. "If I had given her in an orphanage then I would not tell you about it and nor would you ever know."

He leaned his head back on the leather of the seat before turning his face towards her. "You will adopt the child and if any one looks into it she will be an orphan."

She silently stared at him, thinking about the words he said and going over the plan that he had formulated.

It was an almost perfect plan.

Both of them were going to an event Where are funds were going to be and there were definitely going to be around her daughter’s age that would make her heart melt.

And if anyone had to assume, they would think that everyone had pressured Salvatore into adopting a little girl.

Girls for never going to be the leader of the organisation, unless for a little while, and since she was not adopting the boy as the first born no one was going to look into it more than necessary.

"Why are you doing this?" She almost had a little scoff coming out. "You do not need to protect me and Arabella together. I never assume that you would ever try to reunite us."

"I have no wish to." He admitted straightaway, "but you have taken care of her for the past two years and I had made sure that it must be a bond you are not willingly going to forget."

He thought of it that much?

"You could have made me forget about it unwillingly." Evelyn softly presented her observation from what he had said before. "No one would stop you from trying to force her away from me."

A lazy smirk came to his face. Even he agreed that no one would try to defend Evelyn against him.

"I will force her away from you," he raised his hand and reached over her chin stroking it gently, "the child is going to be a leverage on you, Evelyn."

He huffed slightly for pulling his phone out in dismissing the conversation with his last words being, "I might be merciful but I am not stupid."