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They all walked to the other floor to buy some things. Everyone needs to look good tomorrow.
As they walked, a lot of gazes from the rest of the customers were thrown at them.
The Rodríguez family was considered the wealthiest in the whole world; yes whole world.
"That's the girl the pretty boy is marrying. She's such a local bitch." The jealous girls whispered amongst each other.
Sandro walked head high, not given an eye towards the gossips.
"Mom, can I get that black gown over there?" Alessandro asked his mother.
"Are you a lady? Since when did you start wearing ladylike stuff? Huh?" Rafaela asked him.
"Ugh! Ain't I getting married? Am I not allowed to buy anything for my wife?" Sandro cocked his eyebrows disrespectfully.
"Oh, sorry. But I was just wondering, you know, I'm lost as well. Xaviera doesn't like stuff like that. She won't wear that gown you're gonna buy. If you want to get her something, look for a long dress, not too tight. Don't say I didn't warn you." Rafaela told him.
Sandro grinned and took Xaviera by the arm. He took her to an aisle, where different kinds of gowns where situated. The short ones, the tight ones and many more.
"Why did you bring me here?" Xaviera asked Sandro.
"To drink your blood. Stupid girl." Sandro scoffed; as Xaviera ignored him. She didn't want to do anything that would keep Sandro talking for hours.
"I'm here to buy a gown and a thong." Sandro told her.
"For what? I'm not wearing any of those things. You know how decent I'm. And I won't let a man who doesn't love me to see my nakedness."
"Something that I have seen a couple of times. And who said I'm getting anything for you?" Sandro sneered.
"You told aunt Rafaela that you were coming to get some stuff for your wife. Am I not the one you're marrying?"
"Since when did you start talking back at me?" Sandro said in disbelief.
"I didn't talk back at you. That's how I'm. I speak my mind, and nothing can stop me from saying the right thing."
"Oh okay, I see. If you care to know, I don't want to see the nakedness of a shapeless thing, I hope you know what that means? Why would I leave a sexy Violeta for someone as tasteless as you? I'm obviously getting these stuff for Violeta, since she's coming over tomorrow." Sandro whispered, to hinder the others from hearing him.
"Hmm, okay. Then I'd leave, since I'm not concerned." Xaviera said and she turned to leave. Sandro held her by the arm, as he pulled her back, causing her to almost fall on the floor.
"And what are you going to tell mom? That you left because I'm not actually getting the goods for you? You can go, and get prepared to answer a list of questions from your mother and the others. Bye." Sandro told her.
Xaviera grumbled as she stayed with him.
"So, what do you think my darling would like? Should the thong be too thin or? You're a woman, you should know these things. Tell me." Sandro spoke.
"I don't know much about these stuff, I'm sorry. I'd have helped you if I had any idea."
"Mhm, I guess that's why you dress locally. Always wearing long dresses, your hair always on your shoulders, no makeup, no earrings, with your stupid pointed nose." Sandro mocked.
"Not making up is considered local? For your information, I'm good to go without makeup. I don't need to paint my face with chemicals. My earrings, I don't like wearing any because they hurt my ears. And wearing long dresses is a decent way of dressing. I'd continue to wear long dresses, to save myself from being raped or drooled over. Lastly, my pointed nose is not stupid." Xaviera muttered.
She was proud of herself; because she was able to stand up for herself, to hinder Sandro from instigating her.
"Mhm, you really think anyone wants to rape you? How many times would I tell you that you have a bad body? A very ugly one as well." Sandro mumbled, as he face palmed his face.
"Thank you, God bless you, Amen." Xaviera said.