"Young Master, what do you think?"
"Young Master, what do you think?"
"Young Master, what do you think?"
Glottis felt that his brain was fried already. They had been in the store for two hours, yet Sheela still hadn't made up her mind about which dress to buy. He was tempted to just purchase them all, but fixing them all to the girl's size would take another eternity, so it was not a feasible solution.
"Sheela, babe, how can you take so long when there are only 15 dresses available? Aren't two hours enough to try them all on, take a few selfies, and decide which one you like best?" He was desperate to just leave the damn place. He almost regretted taking her out; girls who dated rich guys and expected a gift normally knew exactly which gift they wanted from the get-go.
"Miss Sheela, I think your boyfriend is right, you should pick one of them. It's impolite to make him wait for so long," Rita forced out a smile. She also had enough. Two hours of work for a single dress was not worth it. If she thought it'd help the annoying girl pick a dress faster, the older lady wouldn't hesitate to kneel and beg.
They were a liability. All the women were chased out by the presence of the man in the store, knowing they couldn't try on the lingerie in front of their friends with him around. His lustful nature did not help the situation at all to the point that the seamstress stopped feeling sorry for him for falling into a gold digger's net.
A slight blush appeared on Sheela's cheeks when she realized she did not make only Glottis tired, but also her beloved designer. "What do you recommend?" She turned to Rita, understanding she outstayed her welcome.
As the seamstress surveyed the array of dresses, her experienced eye settled on a particular piece that seemed perfect for the occasion. "For an evening date with a young man of wealth and taste, I'd recommend this," she said, delicately lifting a stunning gown from the rack.
The dress, a sleek A-line silhouette in deep blue satin, was designed to flatter tastefully. It featured a modest sweetheart neckline with lace detailing, flowing gracefully just above the ankle.
"This one is timeless. You can wear it even a year from now to remind him of your first date," she explained her choice, wishing the couple a long relationship by doing so.
"I did like this one," Sheela nodded, "What do you think?" She showed it to Glottis. She felt obliged to consult with him since he was paying.
"It's great, take it," Glottis immediately agreed despite originally wanting a red dress. He just wanted to leave.
"We will take it then."
Rita finally let out a big, relieved smile. Finally, after two hours of nagging her, the deal was made.
"It'd be three thousand dollars. Will you pay with a credit card?" She offered the device. However, Glottis shook his head in denial.
"I actually have some cash I need to spend," Glottis forked out rolled bills and handed it over.
"Thank you, I will fix the dress now. It will take about twenty minutes." She took the money and counted it quickly to make sure it was the right sum before putting it away. She did not check whether they were counterfeit since she had enough time to learn about Glottis' identity during his stay in the store. She did not need to worry about a Sonora's financial situation.
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"Finally, let's go."
"Thank you for accompanying me, Young Master," Sheela smiled sweetly. She loved her new dress. The blue fabric seemed to merge well with her black hair, and one would not be able to tell which one was softer. "Hehe, I feel like a princess," she spun happily, enjoying the touch of a 3,000-dollar dress on her skin.
"And I feel like a servant of a spoiled princess, you took too long to choose. If you respect a designer, you should just let them match you with an outfit. That's what they do for a living."
"That's how it works?" she opened her mouth, forming an 'O' with her naturally enticing lips.
"Ah, I'm hungry now, let's get something to eat. We have no time left to tour the city," he shook his head and sighed. The meeting with Donny took priority over having fun with girls.
"Okay," she said, feeling scolded for some reason. "Wait, I want a picture of myself with the dragon fountain in the background!" She said excitedly and pushed her phone into his hands, the camera app already open on the mode she wanted.
"Try from a low angle… now let me bring my knee forth… try from higher…"
After taking enough pictures to make him regret ever asking her out, she was finally satisfied.
"Now I just need-" she started again.
"No! You will pick one for your Instapound later! I've never paid so much attention to a girl's ass even before smashing it, I'm done!" Glottis experienced a meltdown.
One picture was bad because her butt wasn't pushed out enough, another because of a stray strand of hair, and other complaints like looking fat, too much cleavage, not enough cleavage, bad lighting, weird lighting, with flash, without flash, too high angle, too low angle, and other reasons that drove the poor man crazy.
"Ehh… fine…" she surrendered when she saw the despair in his eyes. "Where do you want to eat?"
"We will go to the closest restaurant." He was out of steam, he just wanted home.
"I'm a vegan by the way," she mentioned casually.
"OH, FOR GOD'S SAKE! WOMAN, HOW MUCH TROUBLE ARE YOU?!" He lost it this time, yelling in the middle of the street, holding his two cheeks in frustration.
"Hey, I didn't ask you out, you asked me out. That's who I am, take it or leave it," she shrugged.
"Fine, it's fine," Glottis took a deep breath, "There is a vegan restaurant just down the street, we can eat there." He already knew there would never be a second date.
Just as he was about to lead the way, a familiar voice stopped him.
"Hey, that's no way to talk to a lady. Besides, didn't I tell you that Sheela is mine?"
Glottis smirked as soon as he heard the man. He turned to his right, seeing the familiar blonde hair, straight Greek nose, and white face. Next to him stood another boy with light brown hair and even a whiter face whom Glottis did not know.
"Mike, buddy!" he said, surprising both the guys who came to seek trouble, "You are absolutely right. I shouldn't have taken her from you. Sheela, you can go with Mike." His tone clearly relieved.
'Hell if I'm not taking this chance to bail out! I'd rather go watch Candy's show and have an early dinner at the club!'
"You- you sure?" Mike stuttered "Ok, good that you understand. Sheela, come with me."
Sheela looked at him in annoyance. She had never asked him to follow her, and she saw him as a goon now. She preferred Glottis' company, he was surprisingly easy to handle.
"That would be rude. I owe you nothing, I don't want to be with you, and Young Master Glottis already bought this dress for me for three thousand dollars, how can I just leave him for a random stalker?" Her words bit like a venomous snake, making Mike flinch with every word.
"You owe me nothing, I owe you! That's why I want to you take care of you, why don't you understand that? I would be ten times better than him as a partner, how can you pick this playboy over a man who truthfully wants you?"
he was frustrated by her response, feeling that the women in his life had failed him lately. They all took his nemesis' side without looking into the circumstances, believing the misleading surface rather than finding out the truth.
"If you owe me, then pay me money and be over with it! I don't want you by my side! Glottis, let's go to that vegan restaurant," she took his arm and hugged it, sticking closer to him.
'Oh, c'mon, woman, give me a break,' the black-haired man thought. He looked at Mike helplessly, hoping the latter would be assertive enough to convince her to stay with him.
"Wait, Mike, she's a vegan? Are you sure you want to enter that mess?" His friend whispered. Mike himself stopped in surprise, digesting her words.
"Ah, actually, you're right, you two are already hanging out together, it'd be rude to steal you in the middle of it. Have- have fun, I will see you later," Mike waved with his hand and retreated backward awkwardly.