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EDDIE DROVE all the way down the forested path leading to the house. We arrived to a colossal iron gate; it's barbed wire threateningly intimidating any oncomers.
I felt the red lazer run along my face pausing particularly on my eyes. The lazer turned a neon green in recognition of mine and Eddie's identity. The towering gate opened, allowing us to enter LaurenAlexander's premises.
He pulled up in front of the several-roomed mansion, engine still running. Stepping out of his seat, he opened the car door for me. Gratitude poured from my mouth when I stood up. Chivalry was deeply ingrained in Edward Montgomery's mind. If all men and boys behaved the way Eddie did, manners and respect, life would be elite.
I guess not though.
Per usual, I fixated my senses in on the splashing water from the gracefully tiled fountain; the sharp snip of the gardeners enlarged scissors and the grind of my boots against thousands of miniscule pebbles. The calm before the reoccuring storm that is my parent.
"See you tommorow at twenty minutes past seven sharp Miss Alaina. Remember in the AM!" He reminded me, shortly after exiting his employer's property.
Preparing myself for the unprovoked indirect insults I would receive, a sigh escaped my lips.
Pressing my thumb for fingerprint recognition, I twisted the door knob afterwards. My feet stepped into the foyer lightly.
Whispered commands was what I first heard. Dozens of pearl white gowns are what I first saw.
A woman clad in a fitted pencil skirt and a blazer to match, pointed her manicured finger to the men and women frantically pushing the dress racks in the direction of the stairs. The workers were unquestionably worn out: sweat dripped profusely from their foreheads and worry lines were etched identically on each of their faces.
The racks pridefully hung white dresses, each varying in style. From mermaids to ball gowns to trumpets. Any and every type was there. This was the ultimate dream for any young girl or boy obsessed with the ideology of magical princesses, especially their attire. It would've been my dream until I was suddenly snapped out of that fake fantasy.
I stood amazed at the utter beauty of the dresses. To think that it took more than one material of fabric to create such masterpieces as the ones before my awed eyes, left me in an unexplainable fascination.
Curiosity sneakily seeped into the crevaces of my astonified mind. I couldn't help but question why these works of art were placed in the foyer with other royal-like accessories.
