58. Shade

Genre: Drama
Characters:  Cian, Giana
Prompt: 58. Shade
Word Count: 522 ish
Rating: R
Type: series
Summary: Cian’s unexpected run-in
Warnings:  none
** Used a different definition for Shade.

After carefully putting her clothes back on, Cian exited the changing room to find Yolanda and Ramone outside talking. She didn’t dare intrude on their conversation fearing it would lead to one of those bad days she always tried to avoid. She headed toward the make-up wall, eyeing the large variety of color pallets and bottles foundation in every shade. She picked up a bottle, squeezed a small amount on the back of her hand in search of the one matching her complexion to hide the bags under her eyes and bruises that might show depending on the dress Ramone wanted her to wear at tomorrow’s engagement party.

“Can I help you with something?” A feminine voice startled her causing her to squeeze too much foundation onto her hand. 

“No thanks.” She said quickly, placing the bottle back onto the shelf, not allowing the woman to see her face.

“Are you sure?” She moved a little closer to Cian, “With the way he watches you, this might be your only chance to get a message to my brother.” 

Cian glanced over her shoulder in shock. “Long time, Cian.” Giana’s smile faded as she scanned Cian’s face. She’d seen Cian when she walked in with Ramone and his mother, putting two and two together. In fifteen years she still looked the same to Giana, only taller and with longer hair. Cian nodded quickly, a faint smile curling the right corner of her mouth as she thought about the things Wilson told her about Giana and their strained relationship. Cian was almost certain that Giana would frown upon their relationship like everyone else but with her hands clammy and shaking underneath her arms, she was happy and hoping she was wrong. She glanced over at the door and saw Ramone and Yolanda engaging in what appeared to be a heated argument.

“Let me.” Giana picked up the right shade of foundations for Cian’s skin tone and dabbed it onto her face with a cosmetic sponge. “You know,” Giana dropped another small portion of foundation on the sponge, “Wilson is losing his mind over you too.” She brought the sponge up to Cian’s cheek and began patting it in. “I usually try to ignore him and all his bullshit but it’s kind of hard to when you can feel his pain. For a while he refused to move from in front of your house and only did it because Bianca got into trouble and he had to save her as always.” She rolled her eyes, screwing the top back onto the bottle. Giana's fast paced rambling covered everything from the way Wilson stormed into their house and confessed his love for her to the selling of his club and efforts put into finding her. Cian lowered her head once again feeling the need to bawl her eyes out over Wilson. 

“Is there some way he can contact you?” She glanced over her shoulder before asking.

“No. Ramone only gives me my phone when my parents call. He monitors my e-mails and has me in and out of hotels to keep my friends from finding us.” Cian looked up at the door once again, “I need to get over by the door before he gets angry. He said he'd hurt him if I..." She hesitated tellingl her of Ramone's threat, "Please tell Wilson we’re at the Hillshire Hotel, room 420. Tell him I love him and…I’m sorry!” 

Giana brushed her arms gently, smiling at the flash of light in Cian's eyes, "Don't worry! I'll tell him right away"

Feeling sadness and a flutter of hope in the pit of her stomach she moved toward the door with a little extra pep in her step. Little did she know Ramone was two steps ahead and they’d be moving again tonight. Long gone before Wilson or anyone else could even get to her.