I always hated big places with lots of people. So me going into a fucking mall for a dress was a total disaster full of me being anxious as I was tapping my fingers against each other to the rhythm of the music that was playing in my ears.
Arabella by Arctic monkeys was playing in my AirPods as I was walking around. I had my brown cargo pants on along with big white T-shirt and even bigger hoodie. I had my white Nike air one sneakers on that were surprisingly still white. My cap was shielding my face as I was walking through a mall.
It was quite chilly outside so I wasn't a total freak when I was dressed as if I came from Alaska. I went into one boutique where I knew they did an amazing dresses that were maybe a little expensive but millionaires do not care.
Pretty much no one was inside of boutique which made my anxiety slightly better. I pulled down my cap trying to be at least little polite. Fucking bright lights and bright eyes, not a good combination. I blinked few times adjusting the stupid ass, white ass, mother fucking light that was burning my fucking pupils out making me partly blind. Fuck my life.
When I finally got one of my senses back I could once again walk around the boutique happily. I looked through many dresses trying to find the best one. Some of them were too revealing and some were not revealing at all. I stopped when I saw one that could be only described as revenge dress.
It was a beautiful satin dress with high leg cut that went almost to my hip. The dress was in dark shade of violet, around waist there was something like corset making the waist look smaller. It had a deep V cut for boobs that wasn't even stitched together making it almost look like U, it was only stitched to the corset making the boobs look surely amazing. The inside of the piece of satin that was to cover cleavage was folded into long stripes had a bra pads inside making the work easier since it already had enough support.
I looked at the size and surprise, surprise it was a size I was looking for. I took the dress into my arms and went into changing room trying it on. It fitted perfectly and it really did make my boobs look amazing. The corset wasn't too tight and the leg cut was sexily showing off my tanned leg. Just perfect.
I took the dress off and went to front putting the dress on the counter. Man dressed in all white that was bald and had a thick black glass frames came behind cash register. He looked me up and down with his judgmental eyes. If he is referring to the way I'm dressed, he will become my little training doll.
"Young lady, have you seen the price tag?" He asked me with thick French accent. So he is French, good thing that I'm too.
"Monsieur, je suis tellement désolé, mais est-ce que je vous semble aveugle?" I asked in perfect French along with more perfect accent. Oh it's been a while since I spoke French. (Translation: Sir, I'm so sorry, but do I seem blind to you?)
"Oh non non pas mademoiselle-" he started before I cut him off. (Translation: Oh no no no miss.)
"Then fucking stop bitching around and let me buy my dress, fake version of mister clean." I said with smile motioning to the dress he was holding in his hands.
"Yes, yes. Je suis désolé." He said quietly, not meeting my eyes as he scanned the barcode. (Translation: I'm sorry.)
12. 000$, showed on screen and I pulled out my wallet and handed him my black card. His eyes widen as he saw it and then took it into his hands. Hah, you didn't see that coming mother fucker. He folded the dress and put it into very nice black bag.
"Au revoir." I said with bitter voice as I was silently flipping him off in my head. (Translation: Bye.)
I walked out of the boutique and made my way into garage, putting the bag with dress into back of my car. I went into Midtown east of New York and stopped in front of a Saint Laurent store. I looked for full black heels and I found one that were just perfect with the dress.
The cashier in Saint Laurent was much more lovely then the one before. I sat back into my car and made my way home into my apartment. Jerry as always smiled at me and wished me to have a good day. I decided that I will order him food once I will reach my apartment. I pushed the button of the elevator and went to my floor.
I opened my door and put the bags on the couch before I went into the bathroom to wash my hands. I grabbed my phone and ordered myself and Jerry some take out since I was fucking starving. While I was waiting for food I grabbed the dress and hang it into my closet along with heels under it. I went through my closet and found a PRADA bag that would go perfectly with outfit.
My phone dinged and the food was here. I made my way down into my garage where Jerry was already taking the food from the person that brought it here. I snuck a few bucks into Jerry's pocket since his pure souls decided to pay for me.
"Thank you, and this one is for you. Enjoy and don't say a word." I smiled at him as I handed him the bag with food.
"Athena, you're melting my heart. Thank you so much sweetie." He said kindly with small bow of his head. You're melting mine Jerry.
I smiled at him before walking back into elevator, ready to finally eat some food. The elevator dinged and I went back into my apartment. I looked at the window that was open. I wasn't opening any windows. I pulled out my gun and slowly walked around the apartment looking for the intruder.
I heard a little crack in my bathroom so I quickly went there just to find a gift on the ground, wrapped in black. What the fuck. Now my bathroom window was open. Perfect, don't you have a better job fucker?
I went to the gift and opened it carefully not really sure, what's inside. There was a bouquet out of violets with little card. I'm confused as hell. I flipped the card and read what it said.
'I'm so sorry my love for what I'm about to do. See you at masquerade my beautiful Thena.' -Kai~
Well I guess I wasn't the only one who has a past lover to kill.
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An: the dress I was trying to describe.
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