Misora

Chapter 17

The sun was shining, Misora holding her silk blanket to her chest. Her lips were ear to ear, remembering what had happened last night. Her fingers brushed against her lips, then letting it drop.

Misora stares at her fingers, smiling more.

"Princess," a voice called from outside her door, "Yes?" Misora replies back to the voice. The door gently opens, revealing Emilia and besides her was Vincent.

Emilia held her hands in front, her hands were holding each other. Vincent on the other hand was holding a pile of clothes. "Princess, I deeply apologize. I won't be helping you with your hair, I'll be busy today." Emilia says to Misora, she gently pushes Vincent closer to Misora.

"Vincent will be doing your hair. He also picked out your dress at the store today." Emilia says, holding his shoulders. Vincent didn't make eye contact with Misora, he just stared down at the clothes he was holding.

Misora smiles, "I appreciate it, thank you." Emilia nods, and headed out of her room. Misora moves closer to Vincent. She lays on her bed, still holding the sill blanket.

"Did they force you?" Misora asked, staring at him. Vincent slightly nodded, "She told me since I almost do nothing here, I should be your assistant for today." Vincent says, Misora smiles at him. "Sounds cute,"

Vincent looks away nervously, he then coughs. "A-anyway, I brought a dress for you, for you only!" Misora sits up from her bed, taking away the dress he was holding.

Vincent stood there awkwardly, his body moving slightly side to side. He held his hands together, "I hope you like it,"

Misora smiles, there was a long pause. "Could you get out so I can change?" Misora tells Vincent. "Unless you want to see me undress?"

Vincent felt his body go into the air, his face turned bright red. So red he could feel the steam off his face, "Yes- wait! No! I do! Don't I meant, don't! R-right I'll be g-going."

He quickly turns around, but he then slightly trips on the rug and then continued to leave her room. Misora giggles at him, then held the dress high.

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Moments later after Misora puts on the dress, Misora was in love. The color of the dress is white, it was a shoulder off. The dress fit perfectly on her waistline, not tight nor loose. Where her chest was, it had slightly bit of purple flowers. The ends of her dress was fluffy, there was a thin layer on top of the silky dress. It was mini purple flowers, the ones Vincent gave her before.

Misora loved it, she spun herself around. The dress flew slightly up, following her spin. "Are you done?" Vincent asked shyly, waiting for her response.

Misora opens the door, "Yup!" She said, popping the P loudly. Vincent smiles a little, his eyes wander to her dress. "You look good, I mean you always look good. More than good a-actually!"

Misora smiles, "Thank you,"

Misora sat on her chair, staring at herself in the mirror. Vincent stood behind her, also staring at her reflection. "Are you good at doing hair?" Misora asked, slightly terrified. "I lived with a mom and sister, I think I'm pretty good." Vincent says, confidently, "I-I think." He added.