Fantasy Land

Chapter 20

Disguises

Gabie

I pull my hair up into a nice bun on the back of my head, a couple strands of my curled hair framing my face. I'd pulled on a nice dress already. Nothing too fancy, but not plain either. Lest would be matching me tonight in a suit that had a coloured tie and pocket square to match my dress. It was a simple emerald cocktail dress. I coupled it with gold jewelry and heels.

The dress was nice. A tight top with a slightly flared skirt. It was fun to twirl in. The top was a tank top style with a deep v between my breasts. A layer of slightly see-through lace laid over the top covering my skin. Enough to still see it, but it wasn't like my breasts were on complete display. The skirt ended around my knees showing off my long legs.

"Ready?" Lest asked me, slightly nervous. I could tell me was just hiding his nervousness behind a brave front.

"We're gonna be okay mi guerrero." I tell him softly. He smiles, pressing his forehead to mine as I cup his cheek. He holds my hand gently at my wrist, pulling my hand away to look at it.

"I can't believe I never got to propose to you properly." He says, looking at the engagement ring on my hand. I smile at him.

"You should have hidden the ring better, that way I wouldn't have found it." Or you'll have to plan something better with Damon, I almost say aloud. Based on the look he gives me he's had the same thought several times. He presses a lingering kiss to my knuckles, awfully close to kissing the ring. I'm so in love with this absolute dork.

"Are we going to talk about Damon?" He asks, the one to finally start this conversation after weeks of avoiding it. "We can both feel it bella. Over these couple of weeks, things have changed." He sits on the edge of our bed as I move back to the vanity, getting to work on my make up.

"Why are we talking about this now?" I ask him.

"It needs to be discussed." Lest sighs, running a hand through his golden hair. "And we haven't really gotten any time to ourselves in the past couple weeks."

"So, what do you think?" I ask carefully, not wanting to ruffle his feathers. I didn't want to spook him either with my own thoughts on the Damon matter.

"I think he's lonely, very lonely." Lest looks out the large windows to his right. "I think he fits perfectly with us, or we fit perfectly with him."

"There is the age difference to consider." I speak.

"We are all consenting adults in a very fucked up world, I don't think the age difference matters." Lest leans back on his forearms. "Plus, he doesn't look like a thousand-year-old or whatever his age is."

"I'd have to share you." I say, understanding now that Lest and I are on the same page with all this.

"And you're dreadful at that." Lest smirks, making his way over as I put my red lipstick on. He leans over the back of my chair, placing a chaste kiss to my exposed shoulder. I hum in agreement to the feeling making him kiss my shoulder again. "In all seriousness, I want to stay here, try things with Damon." I turn, looking into his eyes that shimmer with honesty and sincerity.

"I do too." I say softly.

"Good." He grasps my hips and pulls me into him, connecting our foreheads together again. "Because you aren't allowed to go anywhere, I can't follow." He's about to kiss me when the door bursts open revealing an overly excited Andy and a very disgruntled Damon. Andy rushes to Lest who promptly picks the little princess up and twirls her in the air.

She giggles and cries with joy making me smile with her. She was infectiously joyful all of the time. I look at Damon who has righted himself. He looks like the pinnacle of sexy professionalism. His suit is fit and perfect, not a hair out of place, a sash over his left shoulder that looked like a folded-up flag. It resembled that of Canada's national flag.