Immaculate

Victor

Part Ninety-Seven

Sang's POV

When Victor had said that he would take me to see a Ballet, I thought that meant he would take me to see a Ballet. But I had forgotten that this was Victor, my prince.

Almost from the minute I entered Nathan's place after school, Gabriel was on me. He ordered me into a bath, telling me to make it quick, which I had done. Then he had washed my hair, drying it and styling it in a chignon, with tiny pearls running the length of the fold in my hair. He applied a light coat of lip gloss and mascara and then he had left me to put on the clothes he had laid on the bed. I had so far managed to avoid going through the Victoria Secrets catalogue with them, but judging by the pale pink and white bra and panty set that I didn't recognise, I assumed they had just gone ahead and picked new ones anyway. My dress was a knee length shift dress in a soft dove grey with a matching jacket and a clutch purse. I didn't recognise these either. I was going to have to talk to Gabriel. He couldn't just buy me new clothes every time I went on a date. Someone's bank manager, and I expected it was Victor's, was going to be very concerned.

I had sighed when I looked at myself in the mirror, these days I found it hard to recognise myself. Oh it was still the same green eyed, dirty blonde haired Sang, staring back at me. But she looked polished somehow, sophisticated, but inside I was just me. I felt as if I was playing dress up in someone else's clothes. As if I was Cinderella, waiting for the clock to strike midnight and the magic to end.

Gabriel had come back in telling me that Victor was here and I had gone out to meet him. He was stunning, a simple black classic pair of dress slacks that were immaculate, a white pristine shirt with a silver thin tie, knotted perfectly and a black waistcoat finished his look. His eyes had burned when he had looked at me and then Gabriel was shooing us out of the house and into Victor's car.

He had driven me to a restaurant first and that had surprised me and I had told him so.

"Did you think I'd take you to the Ballet hungry?" he teased me as he held my chair for me to sit down. The restaurant was not one I had been in before. It was clearly high class and when I opened the menus and could neither read the French or see any prices I knew we were somewhere really posh.

"Victor," I said lowering the menu and catching his eyes over the table that was laid for silver service with a centrepiece of roses around a single candle.

"There's a lot here you like," he replied with a small smile. "What do you fancy?" he asked and his fire eyes caught mine.

I wanted to say him but that wouldn't be appropriate.

"I can't understand it," I told him and he frowned and held out his hand for my menu and then gave me his. When I looked at the one he had, underneath the French names was a description in English as to what each dish was.

"You can read French?" I asked him and he grinned at me.

"Only French menus," he replied. "I was brought up in places like these. Ever since I was small my parents dined like this often."

I had a feeling that this wasn't such a good experience as it would seem.

He gave the waiter our orders and then he sat back slightly in his seat, just looking at me.

"You're beautiful, Princess," he said quietly and I blushed, unable to look away from his fire eyes.

"Gabriel has good taste," I said, indicating the dress I was wearing.

"Yes, he does, but you could be wearing a rubbish bag and you'd still be beautiful," he said and moved forward slightly. He brought his hand to the table and I saw a long slim blue velvet box that he slid across the space towards me. My heart started to beat faster, I was wearing the bracelet that he had bought me, but this box was old, it looked almost antique.