Lyubov Moya

Chapter 24

Anhasletticia de Alger Obelia

I remember my Twin sister dragging me around, sneaking some chocolate and gold items on our bed. She'll share those with me. We play this game called tag then Lily would scold us for going back at the Palace all dirty and sweaty then she'll read us the Obelia's fairytales that I could already recite.

I felt like Athanasia got cheated because it is really obvious that she's the better twin between the two of us. I just got the gold among the pile of rocks first before her.

Lily always said that Ath resembles Mom the most and I got Dad's face. Ath got her looks from Mom and Dad's presence while me.. I don't know. She is perfect in many ways while me.. I'm just me who happened to be the eldest of the twin, that's the only thing I have in my life.

Thinking of it, I think it would be best if I stay here. In that way Athy would get what she deserves, The Crown.

"Yo Babe!" Now I'm hearing Nikolai's loud voice. "heard ya kill three men! That's so cool!" he slammed the door open while jumping up and down.

"Can you please knock first? And stop doing that are you a kid?" he only gave me a couple of blinks. "Never mind I asked that." I sighed. "What do you want?" I asked looking for Brownie.

"Well, well your Prince asked me to pick your dress for the ball!"

A ball? Where? Is that the thing last meeting? "Uh, sure?"

3rd POV

"Well then—" he grabbed her by the hand and teleported right exactly on the Car outside their base. "Let's go! Wanna listen to Taylor Swift?" He grinned while she remembered last time Nikolai sang along her ears almost bleed.

"No thanks let's just go—" he gave her his puss-in-boots eyes while holding his hat in front of his face. "You know what you get what you want just give me some ear plugs!" she said half-joking.

He stretched his coat and teleported his hand on it making it look like a storage room. "Aha!" he pulled out his hands and threw it on Anh's direction.

"I was just joking.." she glared. "Why do you have this by the way?"

"For future purposes.." he quoted. She looked clueless.. "When you guys are doing the 'deed'— oh! That freaking hurts!"

She blushed looking at the clown. "We are not doing that!" fuming, she continuously hit the man beside her.

"I am saving it.. For fututlre purposes~ hihihi.." She chose the right decision and ignore the clown's statement.

The silver head started the engine as she lean on her side watching countless trees pass by as they drove towards the city.

After a good 43 minutes they finally arrived at the shop in the middle of the bustling crowd of people.

They entered a shop with a closed sign. She was about to scold the clown when she saw the inside of the simple shop.

"Hello Miss Sylvia! How's work today?" Nikolai said greeting the old lady at the counter.

The sweet old lady smiled. "Oh my.. If it isn't Kolya and—ohh is this the girl?" the old lady, Sylvia asked.

"Yes she is the one and only!" he pushed Anh towards the old lady's direction.

"Fedya got your formal wear for the party don't worry!" Miss Sylvia smiled at her accompanying with a quick wink.

"Now I'm worried.." She laughed timidly.

"Oh what a sweet woman, no wonder you got him under your leash." the old woman replied.
"You know, the very first time he laid his eyes on this dress he wouldn't stop staring at it." she said patting Anh's back.

Anh only replied with a solemn smile. "That's so not him."

"I know, and that's how I know how special you are to him." Miss Sylvia's words made her heart skip a bit.
"Ahh.. Here it is."

A simple elegant black fitted night gown is hanging solely at the cabinet. She have never seen a gown like this before, it contrast all the gowns she wore back at Obelia. There is no Ruby, Diamonds and golds, sophisticated patterns that fits the royals. It's just a plain gown—a bare gown.. just the way it is.

"Did you like it? Well we can get other ones and disregard this—"

"No. It's perfect.. I love it so much."

The old lady smiled at her. "Fedya said the same thing.."

"There, you can choose anything you like here My boy." The old lady motioned. "We have gowns of different colors, green, red and blue you name it Fedya."

"Nana, I know what I have to get.." he sighed. Even though his soul is as dark as a black hole, he cannot kill this old lady.

"My, my.. Myshka is all grown up." She replied.

They went at the back of the closet in which they passed numerous gowns and dresses with shining swarovski crystals that should be getting everyone's attention.

"Here this is where I store the best ones." she chuckled opening the closet.

Sylvia presented some designer dresses and semi formal gowns to him, but shame to those designers they failed to impress him.

Listening to Miss Sylvia's rants about how precious this collection was his eyes caught something.

A formal fitted gown, it was forgotten at the corner. "That one." he pointed.

Tracing his pointer finger she found the thing. Her expression changed, a sad smile adorned her face.
"A very good choice Fedya." She pat his head affectionately. "Shall I prepare it for her?"

"Yes please, Nana."

"But are you sure? We have lots of designer colletions to choose from."

"No, I love it.. It's already perfect the way it is."

"Again.. So not him." Anh playfully joked.

"Hey! What are you guys laughing at there?!" Nikolai shouted outside of the big walk in closet they were in. "You guys are leaving me out of the fun!" Anhasletticia could feel him pouting outside.

"Don't mind that child, he's always dramatic.." Miss Sylvia laughed.

"I know that's why he's a clown." she rolled her eyes.

It is such a surprise that it fits well, like the dress was made for her to wear. She looks like a fallen angel with blue jeweled eyes, her luscious blonde hair is messy but it added something that could make even the heavens bow to her. Well, she is a literal Princess after all.

"You look so Beautiful.. Fedya always make the right decisions.." She wants to tear up. "Do you want to know a little secret?"

"Uh.. Is it alright for Fyodor?" She leaned in.

"No, Fedya doesn't know it." She gave Anh a cheeky smile and she responded with a meek nod. "The dress you're wearing is a gift, from The Lady Dostoevsky herself."

"Fyodor's Mother?"

"Yes, in fact she wants me to give it to her future daughter-in-law!" She smiled at the memories of the elegant Lady Dostoevsky.

"May I ask how did you know?" She is curious to know why this lady know it.

"Simple.. Because I'm Lady Dostoevsky's Mom." She smiled.