The Three Kings

Chapter 32

"Somewhere—
In the growing landscape of time
There is a garden growing
The most beautiful rose
That has ever been
And that will ever be—
You are that rose,
Forever to me"
Atticus

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Hanna
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"What do you think I should wear?" I asked. "Its technically a date, but we're still in the house and I don't know if I should dress casually or not."

"Cherie, do you mind if I pick your outfit?"

"You'd do that?" I questioned, whirling around to stare at him. He was occupying one of the chairs in my room flipping through one of my books.

"Of course," he smiled, setting the book aside and coming over to me. "You go sit and relax. I'll take care of it."

I sighed. "I still have to do my hair and makeup. Are you going for fancy date night or casual?"

"I'll do your hair too, Hanna."

"What about makeup? You going to do my makeup too?" He paused, and I realized that I...snapped at him...kinda.

It got quiet. Us just staring at each other in small levels of shock.

"Uh I'm sorry. I didn't mean to snap at you..." I ducked my head, embarrassed.

"It's okay, Hanna. You can do your makeup. I have not mastered that skill yet despite my years of being alive." He didn't sound angry, but I knew not to trust whether or not a person sounded angry.

"Okay..." I whispered and moved quickly to the bathroom.

The door closed with a soft click, and I leaned back against it, breathing deeply.

I didn't mean to snap at him, but I wasn't use to people wanting to do things for me. Of course my friends and family offered. For a while, Julia was the one that did my hair until I forced her to teach me how to do it myself. And Sam was always one to jump at the chance to help me pick out an outfit. But I never let them take control. I never let them decide things or do things for me for long.

So much of my life someone was deciding things for me, and because of that, I never learned how to do things myself. I was dependent and reliant on others, so I promised, as soon as I got out of that situation I would learn to do things myself.

But now, Alexander wants to do things for me. Tying my shoes, choosing my clothes, doing my hair... and I don't know how I feel. I should've talked to him more about what he wanted to do for me. How he wanted to take care of me.

I sighed and gathered all my makeup supplies. Mindlessly, I wetted the beauty blender, put concealer on and foundation, then eyeliner, some eyeshadow, and then a tiny bit of lip gloss in a light pink.

When I finished, I left the bathroom.

Alexander was sitting on my bed, reading the book I left on my bedside table.

"Do you want to get dressed first, or hair first?"

"Dress first," he said, standing up and handing me a dress.

"Thank you," I muttered then went back to the bathroom to get changed.

I put the dress on, noting how it hugged my body more than what I was accustomed too. But, other than the tightness, I liked how it looked on me.

It was a long sleeved, black dress, that went down to my knees. It was probably something Julia bought me for a mating ceremony and I just stuffed in the back of my closet afterwards.