The Dream

May I?

(Authors Note: Dear Readers, I apologise sincerely for not updating in a while, I've had a busy few weeks but hopefully, I'll be updating a lot more from now on and this chapter itself will be pretty long to compensate. Thank you for all of your patience and support. - Your loving Author)

-Zain Danial-

This was crazy. 

I built up the courage and walked into the room. 

How did I convince myself that this was a good idea? 

I walked past her bed and looked around for her wardrobe, trying to ignore the scent of roses and perfume that teased my nose, laughing at me struggling.

I wouldn't have to be here, sneaking into Carla's room while she was making breakfast the day of the charity event if I could have just asked her what the colour of her dress was. But of course, I couldn't bring myself to. It would have been too weird. I'm not her date, there's no reason for us to be matching and this was a lot more of a hassle. 

And yet, somehow, it bothered me thinking about us going to the event and not looking like we were there together. This event would be filled with all sorts of distinguished men and women who had money to spare and a reputation to build. Another double-faced part of our society but if I was going to be a part of it, I was going to build a reputation of my own. 

I was going to make Carla look like the Queen of the event, knowing that would make me her King. 

That is if I could find this dress. 

I ended up finding her wardrobe which had a victorian era theme to it which was unexpected but pleasantly matched the atmosphere of her royal room. 

Opening it, I paused, looking at the array of outfits hung in front of me. Most of her wardrobe was very formal and the rest were elegant dresses, all beautiful. She had a great sense of style but how the hell was I supposed to know which one she was going to wear to the event? 

Looking through them, one of the dresses caught my eye. It was a long grey dress, it looked figure-hugging but also had some kind of overlay of a tool from the waist down, creating a second skirt that matched its tight sleaves. I took it out of the wardrobe a little only to have the sun from Carla's balcony shine down on it, revealing its dazzling state. 

It had to be this one. 

"Zain?" 

Fuck. I panicked at hearing her voice so close to the room, quickly putting the dress back in the wardrobe, shutting it quickly but also quietly and jogged to the end of the room. My heart racing in nervousness by the time I got out. 

"You okay?" I turned my head to see Carla stand there. How could one look so perfect in the morning? More so, how could someone so perfect think so amazingly about the world and others who don't compare to her in the slightest? 

I nodded positively at the question, "Yeah, I was-" I then realised that I had instinctively closed her room's door despite her never closing it herself. "-Just wondering why you don't close your doors," I saved. Lying was my speciality, after all, this wouldn't be the first time I had to make something up on the spot. 

I move out of the way and she walks into her room, grabbing her phone as she tells me, "Growing up my parents never let me shut my room doors, I guess the habit just stuck." She shrugged and walked back to me, her hair following her actions so smoothly, dancing around her as if it had a life of its own. "But I guess it's also convenient," she finishes as she meets me by the doorframe. 

For a moment our bodies stood close to one another, close enough that without having to step forward, I could probably hold her waist. She looked up at me, a little smirk from her previous sentence lingering on her lips as I looked down into her eyes that sparkled back at me putting me in a trance.