Ultraviolent [Kylo Ren X Reader]

Chapter Eighteen

Winter had quickly faded into early spring, the biting chill in the air still whipping around your body as you walked out of the small coffee shop, having concluded your meeting with Amilyn Holdo, finalizing every single detail of the fundraiser you both had been planning over the last few months. Between caring for patients and spending time with Kylo, you had been stressing out over decor, music and catering plans, your mind constantly recounting every minor detail, attempting to ensure perfection. 

Without another thought, your feet had carried you into Connix, longing for warmth and to catch up with your friend. Much to your surprise, she was nowhere to be found, the storefront empty besides the racks filled to the brim with silks and chiffons. You browsed the shop, looking for anything that may have been different from your last visit, your eyes instantly catching the glittering jewelry in the display case, the LED lights catching every single facet, making tiny rainbows dance across your vision. 

SLAM! 

You nearly jumped out of your skin at the sound of the back door slamming shut, a nearly breathless Kaydel zooming into the storefront, giant boxes piled high on the dollie she was pushing, her field of view blocked. 

"Jesus fuck, Kay, I swear on every decent thing in this world, I'm gonna tie a bell on you so you can't scare the shit out of me like that again!" you grumbled, attempting to slow your rapidly pumping heart. Kaydel stopped dead in her tracks, slowly leaning to peek out from behind the stacked boxes, her once blonde buns, now coiffed into a warm amber plaited crown. A giant smile spread across her face. 

"Only if you pull my hair while you do it." she joked, winking at you. Kaydel was quick to step out from behind the dollie, wrapping you tightly into her arms as if she hadn't seen you in eons. 

"Pervert..." you whispered, squeezing her just as tightly. She pulled away with the brightest of smiles on her face. 

"Sooooo...one of these boxes holds your custom gown and masks...," Kaydel practically sang, "BUT, I honestly have no idea which one..." 

You couldn't help but laugh, stepping around her to set your purse and coat behind the counter, rolling up your sleeves. 

"Then we'd better get to work!" you said, grabbing the top box, grabbing one of the two box cutters by the cash register to slide through the tape. 

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You and Kaydel had worked for what felt like eternity, pulling gowns and cocktail dresses from boxes, steaming out the wrinkles and hanging them up, or securing them to mannequins when you had finally pulled out the final gown. Disappointment seemed to settle like a boulder in your stomach, weighing down your mood. Kaydel seemed to sense the change in you. 

"I think I left something in the dressing room. Do you think you could grab it for me?" she asked, steaming out the wrinkles in a red deep neck-lined satin gown. You simply nodded, trudging towards the dressing room in the back, only to be greeted by a white, unlabeled garment bag. 

Curiosity having sunk its claws into you, you slowly unzipped the bag, the opening damn near beginning to overflow with obsidian chiffon ruffles. Gasping, you clamped your hand over your mouth, tears pooling in your eyes. 

"Don't be a pussy! Open it and put it on!" Kaydel jeered, practically jumping up and down from excitement. You hadn't heard her approach, but you couldn't help yourself, throwing your arms around her, squeezing her in your grasp. 

"I love you, but put the fucking dress on before I steal it from you!" she laughed, wiping a tear that had trailed down your cheek. You removed the dress from the garment bag, in absolute shock at the perfection of it.