Porcelain Doll (Howl X Reader)

Chapter 2

Warning ⚠️: This chapter has slight sexual harassment, nothing bad but I understand it can be triggering for some. If you wish to skip that specific scene stop when two words is in bold and continue at the next two bold words after that

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Once again, the shop was busy. Women were picking up their orders, or placing more. (Y/N) was stuck making more designs, while getting weird looks due to her outfit. She didn't care though as she found it comfortable to work in.

While busy doing her work a woman approached her, clinging to a man. He wore a tophat, and a fancy suit, showing he was of a higher class. Sighing, (Y/N) put aside her supplies.

"How may I help you?" She asks looking up at the man then to the woman beside him. The woman beside her smiles with a lovesick look. She turns her gaze to (Y/N), her smile never disappearing.

"I'm here to pick up my dress. I saw it on the mannequin." The lady smiles, releasing her lover's arm. (Y/N) glances at the mannequin beside her and back at the woman. With her quick glance she could tell the dress was for her, as the size should fit perfectly.

Cautiously removing it from the mannequin, (Y/N) hands it to the woman, leading her over to a fitting room, the lover following behind the two girls, seemingly lost.

"Here ma'am, go ahead and try it on. Let me know if you need any alterations to it" (Y/N) informs the woman, who steps inside the dressing room. (Y/N) looks around and grabs a chair for the man.

"Here sir, have a seat while you wait" She offers, motioning to the chair. With a quick thank you he sits down waiting for his lover to come out from behind the curtain.

A few minutes passed and the woman finally left the dressing room. The man releases a gasp as the woman twirls in her dress.

"Is there anything I need to fix?" (Y/N) questions. The woman stops twirling, admiring herself in the mirror.

"Do you make wedding dresses?" The woman asks, catching (Y/N) off guard. She turns her attention to the girl before scrunching up her nose.

"Oh uh...well-"

"Nevermind, it's clear you haven't been in a relationship that could spark a good wedding dress idea" She states, cutting (Y/N) off. The woman looks at (Y/N) from head to toe, clearly judging her choice in clothes. (Y/N)'s happy expression drops as the woman enters the dressing room not sparing another glance her way.

Instead of being fully depressed about the clear insult, (Y/N) determines she will attempt to make a beautiful wedding dress and prove that woman wrong.

The lady finishes changing back and brings the dress to the front desk. There (Y/N)'s grandma places it in a protective bag and takes the payment for the dress.

Once the woman is out, (Y/N) storms over to her work desk, a fiery aura surrounding her. She takes out spare papers and a sharpened pencil and begins working.

Papers began to pile around her, while her concerned coworkers exchanged worried glances. (Y/N)'s grandmother approaches the working girl picking up a scrap. The elderly woman gasps, catching the attention of her employee's who crowd around the paper.

"A wedding dress" One whispers out.

"How surprising!" Her grandma giggles. (Y/N) ignores their whispers, tugging at her hair as she crumples up another paper, tossing it aside.

"Oh my, has she really fallen in love so bad?" Grandma mutters. She reflexively bites her lip, her concern growing more.

"I really hope it isn't Howl disguised. She doesn't need to experience such heartbreak" The droopy hat lady whispers, quite loudly too. They were horrible at whispering.