Our car halted at a fashion store shortly after we left the harbor. My mind was a lot more clouded than it has ever been, the pact was nowhere in sight, and I was constantly feeling how Dylan was the only person who was getting all kinds of advantage in this situation.
"Shall we?" He asked as he noticed I was still lost in thought without even realizing that we have stopped. I looked at him mindlessly and nodded at him as I prepared to get out of the car. The store was a small one which displayed many cute dresses which I could see from the glass. Dylan looked at me with a smile as I walked over to him, getting out of the car.
We walked into the store and realized it was much fancier and bigger than it looked from the outside. A woman in her mid 20's walked over to us with a huge smile and said, "Hello sir and hello madam, what type of dress are you looking for yourself and what is the occasion?" I smiled back at her, my eyes scanning the whole store, trying to think about what type of dress could I wear that would suit the situation.
"Well, it's a family dinner, so something simple and elegant would do," Dylan answered her for me, which makes me feel a little odd that how he knows so much about dresses. Then I remembered, he did get me a dress on his own for yesterday's charity event. The woman smiled at him and responded with a nod. Then asked us to follow her to the right end of the store where many beautiful gowns and a-line dresses, hanging inside a small rack.
The woman started shuffling through the dresses and picked three out of them, which she removed from the hanger and laid over her arm. "Let me take you to the trail area, madam," she said before she started walking towards the northern end of the shop, where there was a lounge with the sofas around and small cabins for changing.
She led me into one of the cabins. Dylan stopped and sat down on one of the sofas. She hangs the dresses on the small hangers in the cabin and leaves with a smile.
I found myself staring at myself in a brightly lit square-shaped cabin, barely with space for two people to be in. All three sides of the cabin had mirrors in which all I saw was a helpless girl who was not able to hear her heart crying out anymore. I looked at the dresses that hung from the hanger.
I lifted one of them, which was pure silk, flowy gown in light purple color, which I decided to try on first. It hung to my body just right as I slid into it. The neck design enhanced my breasts, and the way it projected my waist was suggestive in any way, which I thought probably was not that accurate for the occasion. But still, I wanted Dylan to take a look as it was his family that I was going to meet, and his input did matter.
I stepped out of the cabin, a bit nervous. Dylan was seated on the couch that faced the cabin straight ahead. His eyes fell on me and drift all through my body as his face hide a slight smile somewhere. I knew he was thinking the exact thing that I thought when I saw the dress on me. The woman looked at both of us to see our reactions, "did you like it, sir?" she asked after she realized she was not getting much feedback.
"Umm... I like whatever she wears, but I don't know if that is appropriate for a family dinner," Dylan answered, darting his eyes between me, and the lady. She smiled understandingly, "Okay, sir! Maybe you can try the light yellow dress, madam. I sure it will be beautiful in your skin color as well." I looked back at Dylan, who was intently looking at me, but I was not sure if he was staring at my face itself.
I went back in without wasting any more time and tried on the yellow dress as the lady suggested. It was a bit more extravagant than the last dress and much brighter. But it did enhance my skin tone, almost magically. The dress was made of synthetic material, not very comfortable as it is a little irritating when it brushes against the skin, but the deep through the side was elegant but, at the same time, sexy.
I stepped out, and Dylan again looked at me up-down, but this time, he had a smile on his face, much more elegant. "Sorry, ma'am, I don't have your sheep," he said out loud before he started laughing aloud. The woman looked at him and then me in utter confusion. I knew what he meant. He was quoting from the series 'Friends' where the character Chandler reacts to Rachel's bridesmaid dress.
But I didn't know I looked that funny. The last dress that hung in my cabin was an off-white dress that had a lot of laceworks, which I thought was a bit appropriate. I wanted to show that to Dylan before I tried it on hoping, to not waste our time by trying on something that is not even meant to be worn on a particular occasion at all. "Hey, could you join me for a minute?" I asked Dylan.
Dylan looked at the shop manager lady, questioning if he could get into the cabin with me like that. She smiled shyly, as though she was expecting something else to happen. He walked into the cabin and said, "oh, you want to do it in a cabin, huh? Nice choice!" I slapped his flat toned stomach and picked up the last dress, and asked, "do you think this will be appropriate? It is a bit too lacy, I guess."
Dylan took a closer look at the dress and smiled, "you know nothing about shopping or dresses, don't you?" I looked at him, a bit surprised at his reaction. It is quite true that I never really had much of an interest in clothing or makeup. But that didn't mean that I couldn't look at a dress and know whether it will be wearable for an occasion or not.
"What do you mean?" I asked. He took the dress from my hand and placed it over me. "You will look perfect in this! I will get this billed, and you wear it here, and we will go straight." I wondered how Dylan came to that decision just by looking at it. I haven't even tried it yet. He snatched the dress from me and walked out. I stared at my reflection, still wearing the funny yellow dress, and thought, how could a man be so perfect for me and still not be able to have him.
It must have taken him around 10 minutes before we walked back in with the dress in the store's branded cover. "There! Now change quickly, I will right outside," he said with a smile. I wanted to kiss him then and there, but before I could act on it, he left me in there like a heavy cloud that couldn't rain down.
I slid into the dress, and I wondered, how could a man choose a dress for her and make me look like a princess that he was making me feel like since the beginning. The laces were in the right places. The beads and stones decorated the breast area, which gave it a classy look. I stepped outside. Dylan turned towards me and gasped for a minute before he said, "wow!"
The lady smiled at us and then looked at my feet like she was disappointed. "Umm... sir, she is wearing boots. If you would like to see, we have just the right pair of shoes that will go with the dress; can I fetch it for you?" she asked. "Yes, of course. Bring it in," he replied almost instantly as he took a look at my black ankle boots. In a few minutes, the lady brought in a seethrough, lacy sandal which had the same beads and stoned as the dress had, and handed it to me.
I took off my boots and wore the sandals. I blinked for a minute as Dylan's phone flashes at my face unexpectedly, "you look marvelous, my lady. As if we landed in a different era altogether," he smiled. He swiped his card on the payment device that the lady brought in along with the shoes. I picked up the clothes that I was in and packed it into a bag that the store gave along with my boots.
Getting back inside the car, I felt much more confident and ready to rule the whole world just because I wore the most beautiful dress and the right shoes. It is true that if you wear something nice, you will instantly feel nice as well, even though how broken you are inside.
After about an hour's drive, we entered a large gateway, which I thought was leading into a private sanctuary or something, but as I saw the mansion at a distance. I realized, probably that is his house. I gasped at the structure of that building as we closed in, and tremors started running through my body as I realized maybe I was having a panic attack.