The Sweep 2

Chapter 1

"Desired look complete. Rotating now to conclude."

My feet are standing on a circular board in a small, lit up closet. My body slowly turns in front of sensors that then send data to the device controlling the entire closet. 'iCloset' is a newer invention I helped Lance create to make the perfect outfit every day without hassle.

'iCloset' is named because of the Iris technology from Lance, being the 'i', and the 'closet' part comes from my lack of imagination of creating a name. It's a small part of my closet that is like a dressing room with a lot more lights and less privacy. It memorizes my measurements and attire to create a look based on the weather and my preference. It also has a feature to throw out older clothes that I have worn many times and replaces it with newer clothes that it orders online. It's safe to say that I have become very spoiled.

"Complete. Have a lovely day."

I step out of the closet and smile at my appearance in the mirror by my bed. The iCloset not only provides the best clothing service, but it also has phrases that I voiced. It's a little weird to think that I'm talking to other people while their getting changed in their own home and some stores, but at least Lance didn't use Kyira's voice. It would have phrases like, "Yaaaasss queen get in me. You want to wear white today? Nah girl, not only is that not your color but you're on your period so you'll be wearing red real quick. Mini skirt? I gotchu. Your look is now complete, now get out of the closet you whore."

Although this would be an interesting addition to the voice options, it would not be family friendly. Laughing to myself, I imagine her saying that to me now as I am scheduled to get my period anytime this week.

I smooth back my hair in a low bun to match my elegant golden dress and place a golden leaf for a final touch on top of the bun. A knock sounds on the bedroom door followed by a low voice very familiar to me, "Y/N, are you ready?"

Lance opens the oak door and peers inside. Our eyes meet from across the room and he smiles at my appearance. He closes the door and walks up to me and looks at the mirror. "Well, someone here looks smoking hot." He checks himself out in the mirror and pretends that he just notices me, "oh, you look good, too."

I fake a frown, "ha ha. Very funny." I lightly push him away and roll my eyes. I didn't spend two hours getting ready to be called "good." He laughs at his own joke and wraps his arms around me. Today is his company's anniversary and we are hosting a gala for anyone and everyone who would like to attend. That being said, I have to look my best to keep up the family name. I never thought I'd be put in this type of situation, but I'm not worried about it anymore.

"You know, you kind of sound like Roland today," I make a small jab at him and he releases me. He bows to me with an extended hand held out to me, "my lovely lady, would you please allow me to bed you?"

I laugh at him and look away, "freak."

He stands back up straight and smooths out any wrinkles in his suit, "you're the freak here, Y/N. I can't believe you threw up all over me last night."

I smirk at the hazy memory, "you didn't dodge it like I warned you to."

Lance shakes his head and takes my arm, "I will never understand how your mind thinks. However, could you try to explain why you thought taking shots last night was a great idea?"

"It wasn't my idea!" Kyira wanted us girls to have a 'post-post-post-post bachelorette party' and begged us to participate. I got caught up in all the fun and overdone it leaving Lance to take care of my drunken self. He had found me trying to toss myself off of the balcony aiming for the swimming pool and took me back to our room. I then threw up on him and he had to take care of my hygiene afterwards. "You're the true freak for sleeping with the girl who threw up on you moments before."