Lover of Mine | h.s. |

11

"I am not wearing that." I establish, turning away from the dress hanging on the closet door.

"You most definitely are." Robin states, grabbing the dress and walking over to me. "This is nothing compared to other scandalous dresses you've worn in the past."

The grip on the back of the chair I'm holding tightens as I turn my head over my shoulder. "Excuse me?"

"Sorry." Robin says quickly, her face scrunching up into a wince as she realizes she's made another mistake. "That didn't come out the way I intended it to."

Give her a shot, Lia. She just has a different personality than you're used to.

"What did you mean then?" I ask, turning the whole way around to face her.

I see her gulp before she opens her mouth, seeming to think about her words before saying them.

"I've seen you in countless clothing magazines. People love your style, including me. I just thought that this dress would fit you since you wear things like this. And even more...sexier type things."

"Sexier type things?" I quote her, raising my eyebrow.

"For example," she lays the dress on the bed. "Christmas 1948. Christian Dior's 1946 sparkling silver low cut dress along with silver heels to match. And the black clutch and a set of pearls-"

"Stop." I interrupt, putting a hand up. Her voice cuts off immediately and I close my eyes to try and recollect my thoughts.

After taking a few breaths, I open my eyes to look at her. "How do you know all that?"

"I'm...quite obsessed with you..." She responds slowly, treading in deep water. "Again, that sounds bad. But you just amaze me in so many ways. The way you dress, your attitude, your characteristics. The way you hold yourself and keep yourself grounded...it's amazing and you truly fascinate me."

I stare at her blankly, trying to disguise my shock.

Here I thought she didn't like me but now she was saying that she obsessed with me?

"I'm confused." I state, looking over at the dress. "If you like me so much then why didn't you recognize me immediately earlier in the kitchen?"

She goes quiet, her eyes following mine to the dress. "I just suppose I'm not used to seeing you in such...regular attire."

I hesitant for a moment before walking over to the dress and picking it up, inspecting each sewn sparkle on the red fabric. It truly was a beautiful dress. And Robin wasn't wrong when she said it wasn't on the sexy side. It showed enough skin but I was feeling for something more...

"Your Highness?" Robin mumbles, her steps coming closer to me. "Please say something. I don't like when you go quiet."

I inhale sharply before looking up from the dress, my eyes landing on a random painting. "You like me better in sexy clothing, yes?"

"I mean, you look amazing in everything but-"

"Answer the question, Robin."

"Yes." She says quickly. "I just thought you might want to wear this instead to-"

"Stop talking."

The room goes into silence for a few moments before I turn to look at her. It felt somewhat good to know I had control over people, even if I was using it in the wrong way.

She was a nice girl, just...too talkative.

"I want something seductive." I state, putting the dress against her chest, forcing her to take it. "You wear this instead, I don't look good in red."