Mikeal
Once I entered into the area full of the dresses covered in tulle and other materials I was sure that my lamb wouldn't even knew existed or could be made into a dress, I noticed her movements were slower and slower.
"Any slower love and the days will pass and you'll be too old to get a dress from here." I grinned flashing my white teeth at her while her cheeks flushed and she rushed up to me.
"Mikeal, two things." She looked up to me a strand of her curly hair over her left eye, "don't call me love, I am not nor will I ever be your love or anyone you could call that." I grinned more staring at her as she readjusted herself away from me a bit.
"Also, this place is too expensive for my budget and this is a little extreme. What could such a high end place have for someone like me?" Confused I looked into her eyes trying to understand what exactly she was trying to say.
"I'm not sure I understand. As I said, I asked my friend who owes me a favor to make you a dress for tonight. What do you mean my little lamb?" My voice was a little annoyed and her facial expression clearly showed that she heard my emotion in it. Biting her plump pink lower lip before she looked back up at me causing me to groan a little too loudly from the sight.
"Mikeal, I am not.." She looked down again to her feet and sighed, "I'm not exactly the size that this place caters to and I can only imagine what the creator must be thinking while trying to attempt to make a dress with that much fabric to cover a small fat body like mine." Tears pooling in the corners of her eyes, I smiled lightly at her and looked to the door hearing footsteps approaching us. A couple of steps and I was beside her, inhaling her sent, today that of frankincense and myrrh.
"Trust me, they have fitted much bigger than you without any trouble. Don't you worry lo.. Lamb." I whispered into her hair, noticing goosebumps appear across her neck and shoulders causing me to smile proudly at her reaction to me. She didn't say anything but I could see the red in her cheeks.
Freya
His voice sent shivers down my body and I was a loss for words and before I could get back to my senses 3 people entered into the dress area, one was a tall thin woman who looked very Swedish holding a long black bag that obviously carried the dress, the other beside her was a woman who could have easily been a model no problem with a long slender perfectly portioned body and face. The third was a man who looked very familiar, he shared many of Mikeal's features like his nose and the jaw bones were the same. For an artist who thought she just made up a character for her new comic, now meeting her creation and another man who also shared similarities was surreal.
"Ah, cousin. You have arrived. I am glad to see you." The man spoke in a very choppy manner and an accent that I was not sure about. He didn't even look at me before going straight to Mikeal and acquiring his hand in his. Mikeal shook his hand and nodded not saying anything but looking at the dress bag.
"Yes the dress. Where is the woman?" He looked at me but dismissed me with a glare and looked around a bit before he looked at me once more. "Hmm, so it must be you. What a pity, after all my hard work." I could feel the insecurities raising in me accompanied by it's friend anger.
"Listen sir, I don't actually need this dress, so I think I'll be going. Thanks anyways." I turned to Mikeal fuming, "and you, please stop. I am not a joke nor am I something for you share a laugh with your friends about. I will get my own dress for tonight. I'll find my own way home though, thank you." Before Mikeal could speak I didn't even glance at him and I walked past him and out the door but not before hearing the women chuckle at my exit. 'I can not believe I even came here with him, that just tells you Freya how truly stupid you've been acting when it comes to this Mikeal. Who cares if he looks just like the man you created for your story? He isn't the character, he is a womanizing rich kid a*shole.' Finding a bus stop I looked up the route and the times before I felt my arm grabbed and I immediately pushed at the body attached to the arm. The body did not move, the clothes over the torso looked familiar as well. Looking up I could see the blue and brown eyes looking down at me, they looked scary, they looked angry. The aura coming from him made me flinch and try to step away, but the no avail.
"Tsk, tsk, Freya, who told you that you could leave?" His beautiful voice rolled through my ears like a perfect wave but before my lips could get out the words I wanted to speak he put his long finger over them. "You will wear the dress tonight for the dinner party with your publisher, as my girlfriend for the night you will look the part. My cousin is a master of fashion but he lacks sense and is jaded by the industry in which he is slave to. For that I apologize. Which I seem to have to do a lot to you." Sliding his hand down my arm to my hand he grabbed it and began to pull me to his car again. My whole body was numb in shock and to be honest I could feel myself getting a little hot below the belt. 'Oh my Freya, this is why you act so stupid around him. Your stupid v.' Before I got out of my head, I was already squirming around in my seat in Mikeal's car, heading somewhere that wasn't my home.
"Mikeal, where else are we going? I need to get home to do my hair and makeup if you insist I wear a dress from top designer. We are running out of time, plus you also need to change. I'm not the only one dressing up, at least I better not be." I could feel embarrassment start to engulf me. Suddenly a loud sexy laugh spread across the interior of the vehicle. Looking over at Mikeal I couldn't believe that it came from him, he was actually genuinely laughing right now.
"My little one, you need to relax. I am going to drop you off at a salon to get your hair and makeup done, while I go home, which is not far and get ready. I will be right back after I dress." He smiled at the road as if he was thinking about something more.
"I can do my own hair and makeup though, I'm not going to a ball." I grumbled quietly to myself before I folded my arms and sat pouting looking out the window.
Mikeal
Before long we arrived at a very reputable salon that Henry had suggested to take her, as it was where he took most of his conquests when he needed to apologize for some transgression or another. I could tell she did not want to go but I really needed to go home first before we went to this woman's home for what she says is a meeting, but in reality it's a ploy to embarrass my Freya. Watching her leave the vehicle with the dress in hand, I made sure she got inside, not worried much about her leaving after I did as the staff have been instructed not to allow that. Driving off I quickly got back to my place, entering it I could feel that tonight would be a lot of fun. Unable to control the grin on my face before I went to my room to grab my outfit. My dressing room had one good long mirror for me to make sure I also left looking my best, as narcissistic as that may sound, but a guy like me must always look his best, or others could doubt ones lineage. Looking at myself I was happy and knew my little lamb and I will look very well matched. Black fitted dress pants covered my long legs, big leather belted boots on my feet. I put on my favorite black satin button up vest over my tattooed and toned chest. Leaving my atomically correct heart and demonic trash polka tattoos very visible on my chest and neck. Over my arms I slide on my fitted black suit jacket, pulling the sleeves a bit making sure they had just enough slack around my wrists, again my tattoos over my hands and wrists visible and striking against the black materials. My hair didn't need improvement, it was as it should be and how she liked it, how she drew it. Messy, uncontrolled, and layered. The mirror approved the look before I smiled and popped my jacket forward and started back to my car, I truly hope she didn't cause much issue at the salon.
"Come on ma'am. Please come out from the dressing room. I am very sure you look amazing!" A middle aged salon worker was begging at a door to dressing room number 1.
"What's going on?" I spoke slowly to her before I came fully into her view and raised a brow towards her at the door. I could tell she was flustered and I could smell the fear she had for me instantly.
"Sir, your woman won't come out. We have been trying for a while now." She spoke angrily and before I could respond the door flew up and a beautiful fairy burst into view shouting.
"Your staff member told me I looked like a squished porcelain doll!" Freya's childlike voice ran with embarrassment and anger. I couldn't help but chuckle looking at her as she did in deed look like a squished porcelain doll and she was amazing.