Demi retreated into her room and sat down at her vanity tilting her head to the side looking at her reflection. She was anti makeup because she thought makeup was for cowards who didn't have confidence in their natural selves and therefore used powders and creams to cover up their inner and outer beauty. Even though she felt like that towards it, she didn't mind applying a bit to disguise herself because she had to stay out of the limelight due to her numerous enemies. Her school look was her everyday look so she didn't bother trying too hard to cover it up since she knew nobody would be able to take a picture of her mafia self.
All of the sudden she was snapped out or better still knocked out of her thoughts because Camille was knocking on her door calling out," Demi darling are you alright? Patricia ran up to me saying it was an emergency. What's going on? Is it your period -", and she was pulled in by Demi who slammed the door shut and whisper shouted,"What the actual fuck ?!"
"What?!", Camille whisper shouted back."Is your period that bad that you can't shout?" "Oh don't be ridiculous aunt Camille. I just need some help with my hair", Demi switched back to a normal tone. "Oh",Camille said and Demi could spot a light blush form on her face. "Oh well then. Take a seat and let me get that done for you".
Demi chuckled and sat down on her vanity seat as Camille shook her head at the sight of Demi's hair. "Well, it seems like we've got a brown haired Tangled star coming up". Demi smiled then winced as Camille combed through Demi's tangled locks. "How do you feel about the name Demunzel?",Camille asked smiling as if she won an award for constructing a name like that.
"It's horrible", Demi winced again as Camille struggled to straighten Demi's hair. "Yikes, Demi your hair's a mess".
She tugged at her hair one last time and Demi stood up suddenly and turned around to face Camille. "Enough!"
"What?", Camille asked trying to pull out the stray hairs caught in the comb. "I'm just gonna use a straightener thanks", Demi said as she massaged her scalp. "Now get out!" Camille looked up from the comb," You know it's getting late right? Hurry up for
Demi groaned and pushed Camille out as she said,"I'm. Not. Eating. Breakfast. For goodness sake, don't push it". And for yet the second time, Camille had a door slammed in her face by her "beloved" niece. And for yet the second time she frusratingly tugged at her hair and walked away.
------- Canine Mansion -------
"Aah, son. You're here. Welcome", Fredrick Canine said to his 18 year old son Malcom Canine who sat down at the dining table his face serious. "I was telling your uncle here how i thought you were the perfect heir the canine inheritannce." Malcom sighed and unfolded his arms and began eating.his father didn't mind and continued,"Malcom could be the greatest canine ever .Have u seen him in action?He's good.Perfect in fact. If we give the inheritance to him we will prosper and dominate the entire Italy and beyond and we won't lay behind the Donadoni's who can't do anything about it". Malcom's uncle nodded understandably and said, ''Speaking of the Donadonis , I heard their new heir is a girl. Seventeen.'' Both Malcom and Francis turned to look at him as he spooned a bit of food into his mouth .Francis burst into laughter as Malcom still stared at his uncle waiting for him to continue .He didn't as he was glaring at Francis who was now wiping tears from his eyes.
"Oh my! Oh my! Are you trying to tell me that the ever popular, ever daring, ever powerful heir of Damian and Deloris Donadoni's inheritance is a girl?", he gasped still laughing. "Yes, that's exactly what I said".
"No way! And she's seventeen?!", Francis continued.
"Yes she is".
"Well if a 17 year old girl is the biggest mob leader in the whole of Italy, Europe and the America, I guess Malcom will dominate the world", Francis said his laughter dying down. "It may be. But she's a fearless one I've heared", Victor said. "Uhuh and how did you find out all this interesting information?", Francis asked. "We deployed a spy into the Donadoni mansion", Victor said simply.
Francis spat out his drink and spluttered,"You did what?!!!"
"DEPLOYED A SPY INTO THE DONADONI MANSION, IDIOT!!!!!", Victor said loudly. Malcom and Francis stared once again and Malcom asked his voice calm,"How did you manage to do that?" "Well the Canine have the best of the best haha", Victor replied and kept on eating.
"Okay, okay, okay. You're saying that there's a spy in the Donadoni mansion right now?",Francis asked surprised. "Yes", Victor replied simply as Francis began to laugh mischevously. Malcom groaned and turned to his father his irises beginning to shine bright red," Father will you cut it out?! I'm trying to gain information here!"
Francis quieted down and Malcom turned to Victor," So what's her name?" "Why do you need to know?", Victor asked sipping his drink. "Is there a problem wanting to?",Malcom glared at Victor. "Oh no not at all", he stuttered and smiled anxiously.