Reincarnated; Nine Tailed Fox With A Temper

CHAPTER 10

Alya reluctantly came forward and stood beside Nyx. The woman beamed. She set her glasses properly as she scanned Alya from head to toe. Alya felt uncomfortable and tried to move back, but Nyx placed her hand on her shoulder.

"Alya, this is Greya, she's the owner of this store. And Greya, this is Alya. She had just reincarnated here not long ago."

Alya shot a glance at Nyx.

"Are you supposed to be telling people that?" she whispered.

"Oh, don't worry," Nyx tapped her shoulder reassuringly.

"Greya's a close friend."

"Is that so...?" Alya mumbled anxiously

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Alya. I see you're getting accustomed to this place. I'm sure it's not what you're used to."

After a brief pause, Alya held her gaze, then nodded in response.

"It is...but I like it here."

"That's good to hear."

Nyx was glad they were getting along nicely when she saw the two get along. She then turned to Greya.

"Greya, we're here because Alya needs new clothes."

"Say no more child!"

Suddenly, without warning Greya grabbed Alya's arm and pulled her swiftly across the large room.

"Ah!"

In no time they were at the opposite end of the boutique.

"Get in!"

Greya pushed a disoriented Alya into a small dressing room.

"Hey!"

Before Alya could fathom what was happening, Greya abruptly peeped through the curtain and intently gazed at Alya, slowly appraising her features. Alya inwardly shuddered at her intense gaze, she tried to retreat, but she was backed against a wall.

The next second her face turned sour.

"What is your deal?!" she raged.

"Greya....."

"Huh?"

She shifted her gaze to Nyx, who was right behind her smiling with folded arms.

"She's getting agitated."

"Really?" She raised a brow, then turned to the fuming redhead behind the open curtain.

"Oh...sorry dear."

Before Alya could retort, Nyx cut in.

"Greya meant no harm, Alya. She just wants to play dress up with you."

"You make it sound like I'm some kid." Greya pouted.

"But it's true... I'm a boutique owner after all." Greya continued as she pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"You have been blessed with such flawless skin, a toned figure, and a beautiful face. I couldn't help but get ideas."

"What ideas?"

"What else? Dresses of course." Greya beamed as she gestured towards the rows of beautiful clothes around her.

"Dresses for you." Nyx spelled out.

.....

It was almost sunset. Alya was still stuck in the changing room, trying on as many clothes as Greya threw at her. While the two were surrounded by clothes, Nyx sat in a corner, enjoying the show.