Perfect • Dream

7

The sun's kiss started burning upon your exposed skin, the brightness clawing at you to awake. Blinking away the sleep you sat up on the bed immediately noticing Dream's absence.

You sighed as you wrapped your arms to cover your exposed chest. Did you really think he would stay in bed and cuddle with you the next morning? You groaned at your foolishness. He owed you nothing.

"Good morning, my lady!" A yell left your mouth as you jumped at Eret's voice when the door slammed open. You immediately grabbed the bedsheets to cover yourself, rubbing your face quickly and composing yourself to give off that you were expecting him.

"Good morning Eret." You smiled politely with a nod, deciding to ignore the amusement in his eyes as he took in your state of dishevelment. "Is Dream still around...?" You couldn't help but ask.

Eret barely tried to hide his coy grin, "He usually leaves with others at 6 in the morning sharp to attend meetings, but he has informed me of your schedule today." He explains further, "You'll be having lunch with some of his business partners on behalf of the ambassador of Manburg." He turned to leave, "He wants to formally introduce you, George will be accompanying you to the venue. Get changed and meet him at the front door."

With that he closed the door behind him, leaving you alone with your thoughts once again.

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"Dream is having a meeting but he'll join you shortly." George smiled down at your awed expression of the place. It was certainly 'posh' as George described it on the way here, you've never been to Manburg and you couldn't help but admire the unique obsidian architecture that decorated the walls.

"Before that, he sent over the attire you need to wear." George continued, adjusting his glasses that had begun to slide down.

You looked down at your outfit, "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?" You asked, fidgeting with the sleeve of your sweater.

He watched you purely unamused, his eyes gliding up and down your outfit with an judging glare. "They look like hand-me-downs. Look, this is an important meeting with very important people."

Wow, he does not mince his words.

Getting no response from you George simply sighs, his patience beginning to wear thin, "You'll understand once you see it." With that, he grabs your arm and drags you into the closest bathroom.

It was way fancier than any other bathroom you had ever seen. It could almost be confused for a resting area if the sinks weren't so obviously placed on the side.

Letting you go and locking the door behind him, he turns to hand you a bag from under the sink. "Here. Get changed in there," he points to a small corner that had a curtain covering the changing space behind it, "And come out when you're done ok." With an bleak yet encouraging smile he sends you off to change while he waited by the sinks.