The Bodyguard's
The Top of the World

Miabella continued to pay attention to the invitation card she was holding. The girl flipped through and also read the address listed there repeatedly. The longer, the curiosity grew bigger. How not, the address listed on the invitation card is exactly the same as the address of someone who ordered Du Fontaine yesterday afternoon.

In his excitement between attending the invitation or not, suddenly an email came in to him. Miabella, who happened to be still at the desk after finishing some business, immediately checked the electronic message.

Apparently, it was an email sent by the wine booker. In the content of his message that Miabella was reading, he said he was expecting the presence of the beautiful girl in order to attend the party they held. The reason is none other than because Miabella is a producer of wine that becomes one of the filling dishes in the grand party tomorrow night.

"I got an invitation from the wine taker yesterday" said Miabella when Vlad came to visit Casa de Luca. The girl sat down while leaning back and also crossed her tiered legs wrapped in high knee boots.

"Which "order? Yesterday we got more than three new consumers." Vlad. Look into the eyes of the Russian man, fixed on the beautiful face of the owner of gray eyes in front of him.

"st. Petersburg," said Miabella with an indifferent look on her face. All this time, he had indeed always avoided lingering eye contact with Vlad who had been a loyal business partner. For the past three years, the man has also been the one person who communicates most frequently with the beautiful ruler of the Casa de Luca.

Hearing Miabella's reply, Vlad was silent for a moment. I don't know what the man was thinking. However, from his body language it is clear that the business partner of the brunette girl was uncomfortable. There seems to be something that makes the man bun hairstyle feel disturbed. "Why did they invite you? Don't you know who our customers are this time?" Vlad raised his eyebrows.

"They reasoned because I was the producer of Du Fontaine, which became one of the filler dishes of the party to be held. Don't you think that's too much?" Miabella was hesitant.

"There is nothing superfluous for a young and beautiful businessman like you, Bella," Vlad said as he took a short breath. "I think, rather than you continue to feel curious .. it never hurts to fulfill their invitation. Who knows if it turns out they are interested in working with us. Not something to be detrimental either, right?" Vlad smiled calmly.

"Ah yes. Youre right. Unfortunately, I am not a party fan. I've never felt comfortable being among people who ...."

"Boring?" sela Vlad immediately replied to a crisp laugh from Miabelle. Something that the man really liked, because he rarely saw Miabella do it. Vlad again noticed a beautiful face that did not look boring, even though he looked at it for a long time.

"alright. I'll follow your advice. I will force myself to be there" Miabella said. He felt uneasy because Vlad looked at him more often with clingy at that time.

"Do I need company?" bargained for. A golden opportunity for the blue-eyed man to be able to go alone with Miabella.

“Actually, both my parents and uncle Marco's family will be there." Miabella looks for an excuse to subtly reject Vlad's offer.

"Oh, okay." Vlad did not want to impose a desire that did feel difficult to be realized. The Russian man nodded with a smile. "Don't forget to stop by" he said as he stood up. Vlad intended to say goodbye from there, since the time was already late in the afternoon.

Miabella did not intend to prevent it. After all, that way he did not have to look for unclear reasons in order to get rid of the handsome man. After Vlad died, Miabella immediately returned to her room. The girl wanted to immediately clean the body that felt so sticky.

Soaking in a sea of foam will definitely be something exciting, thought the beautiful girl. Miabella also spent a while relaxing in the bathtub, until she felt bored.

A few minutes later, the beautiful girl had finished pampering herself. She looks very fresh with a white singlet and light brown plain sleeping pants.

Miabella decided not to go anywhere anymore. Moreover, due to a video call from Mia increasingly refrained from getting out of bed.

"We will leave tomorrow morning, because according to the invitation card, the party is held at night" Mia said after they had a conversation for a while. The middle-aged woman looked very cheerful, because at that time she was accompanied by Adriana who was pursuing her holiday in Monaco.

"Can you get rid of the bullies behind your back, ma'am?" sahut Miabella responded to the behavior of the sister who felt so annoying to him.

"Didn't you miss me, brother? I just got back to Monaco, I thought you'd take the time to see me." Adriana seemed to put on a silly expression that she was pointing at the older sister.

"I'm very busy" said Miabella lightly and indifferently.

"For whom?" miabella interrupted with a suspicious look.

Adriana giggled in amusement when she heard the brother's question. "Of course to my friends. One of them is Achiles. I have to thank her because she often helps me learn," the blue-eyed girl explained with her tail fixed on Mia. However, the mother did not respond to him at all.

“Cute, son,” pinta Mia. “A long time ago we did not travel together with complete formation." The woman's eyes looked so sad. Shortly afterwards, he also looked teary.

“Entah, mom. It's not my intention to reject your wishes. However, tomorrow morning I have to supervise the workers to do the initial process of harvest,” said Miabella. Inwardly, he regretted having made his mother feel disappointed.

“Good. If tomorrow we cannot meet, then after Russia I, Adriano, and Adriana will come to visit you. Maybe we can walk the four of us to the island of Sicily,” said Mia.

“It seems like a good idea,” said Miabella smiled gently at the mother, then stuck out her tongue at Adriana. His little sister was certainly wide-eyed to see the attitude of the brother, so he also replied with the same thing.

“Wait for my arrival, sis!” Adriana's call was heard before Miabella ended her video call. The beautiful girl smiled wryly, then tried to close her eyes until she fell asleep until morning.

Miabella awoke to the sound of knocking on the door. While lazing around, he got off the bed and opened the door of his room. Luciella's face was there while carrying some large paper bags. “What is it?” miabella asked in astonishment.

“Now the sender of flowers initialed V does not send flowers anymore, Miss. However, he sent these items,” explained Luciella.

Miabella who had been feeling lazy because she was still a little sleepy, immediately widened her eyes. Immediately, the girl grabbed the several paper bags earlier, then opened them one by one. In each paper bag, it contains different items.

A party dress, a pair of matching shoes and accessories in the form of necklaces and jewel earrings, she found in the shopping bag earlier. “What the fuck is this?” mumbling astonished.

Miabella was more astonished, especially when she found that the size of the shoes really fit her feet. The sender seems to know that he got a party invitation tonight. The luxury goods seemed to be a sign that he had to come.

“Who are you, V? Did you invite me to St. Petersburgers? You guys have the initials of the same name.” Miabella looked up with her eyes on the ceiling. “Is possible ...” The beautiful gray-eyed girl did not continue her words. He chooses to find out the mysterious identity of the flower-sender and his relationship with the party at St. Petersburg tonight.

The time had already shown at eight o'clock in the evening, when the massive party held by Carlo began. Many of the invited guests are still curious about the figure of the event organizer. However, they still enjoy everything there, both the dishes and the entertainment.

"Did he come Grigori?" asked Carlo who already looked handsome with a different appearance that night. For the sake of the inauguration party as the leader of the true Red Wolf Clan, Carlo was willing to forget about his t-shirt and torn jeans. This time, he was wearing an expensive tuxedo suit that the Grigori had prepared.

"From the guest list that was present and has been filled in, I have not found the name of the young lady, my lord," Grigori reported making Carlo look even more agitated. The man kept pacing back and forth incoherently. Sometimes he restores his hair that has been neatly combed.

"Calm down, young master. This is a historic night for you. So, I suggest you not to make a single fool of it. Remember, Milord. You have to look perfect in everyone's eyes. The higher-ups of the great organizations in Europe have attended and ...." Grigori did not continue, because she heard something through the earpiece attached to the right ear. Grigori seemed to listen to what his interlocutor was saying. The middle-aged man nodded.

"Master Marco de Luca and his family were present at the party hall. So is Mr. Adriano D'Angelo with his wife and ...."

"Did Miabella come too?" sela Carlo is impatient.

"Young Miss is invisible, my lord," said Grigori regretfully.

Carlo snorted in annoyance to vent his emotions. However, he soon regained control, as it was time to greet the invited guests, including Adriano. It was time for Carlo to be able to establish himself for Miabella in front of the man.