Bound To Him {Felientte}

Chapter 13: Preparation

Stand up for what's right right, regardless of who's committing the wrong - Suzy Fassem

Stitch after stitch. I pricked myself more than a couple of times. But it will be worth it. Ever since my dress from the dinner, I realised that this would be a better way to showcase my talents. And maybe get some satisfaction by stunning that jackass.

He may have been less of one at lunch but doesn't get him off the hook.

As I finished the final stitches on the garment it finally hit me. I'm going to the Agreste ball. My heart sunk. I had always had dreams of one day dancing around that ballroom, holding my partner as he guided me around the room. The strings on my heart tightened as I remembered him. 'No! He's not ruining this for me,'.

It's not the person I thought it'd be with but, at least it's something. This wasn't the only thing. I'd be in the presence of Gabriel Agreste. He may have a bad name in the personal department but in the fashion industry he is the definition of designer. Even after knowing all of that stuff with him and his wife, I still kinda admired him. Not for his foolishness but for his dedication. Even after the woman he loved died. Everyone says1 she died suddenly of an illness but I know that's most likely not true. And so did he. He told me about it once. His theories. The theories about how Felix's mother had probably poisoned his out of spite. I mean none of them were perfect but, to deprive a boy of his mother. That's not right. But the worst part was that when Felix's Dad died, Adrien. He knew... what his dad had done. He had to carry that around. His family is the only thing I pity him for. But I have no respect left for him. Not after what he did to me. Leaving me behind to deal with his mess that he made.

Almost there. Anddd..... Done!!! I had finally finished stitching the gold lace on the back. I went for a cross between traditional Chinese colours and a more English shape. The theme for this year's Ball is heritage. Which is a little bit convenient. I mean. I had so many ideas but I knew I couldn't upstage the rest if the attendees, so I kept it light. Well, if you compare it to the types of things they wear, it's light. It also looks simple but it's a very difficult shape to perfect and the fabric is one of the hardest to work with. There are many parts of it that cannot be machine sewn so I had to hand stitch it. But alas, it's all worth it.

I step back to admire my hard work. But of course, me being me, I catch a glimpse of the clock and immediately panicked, running frantically around my room, holding a mix of makeup products and looking for the perfect pair of shoes.

I didn't want to even touch the piece infront of me due to its delicacy but I hadn't just worked that hard fir me not to even touch it.

Finally, after two long days of work, I was ready.

Click. My door opened ever so slowly. It was like those prom scenes in those movies . I came down the steps of my house, my Papa standing there tearfully, my Maman holding a phone. I just smiled, hugging my dad softly.

"You look beautiful honey. My little girl is all grown up!" He said sadly. My maman just chuckled, reaching for his shoulder. "He had to eventually Tom,".

"I know. I just didn't think it'd be this fast,".

"Neither did I,".

I had to refrain from crying myself as to not let my mascara run but the interaction made me want to not let go. Growing up didn't seem so scary. I hadn't really noticed it until I actually got a job. And then when I'd finally gotten that looming fear of growth out of my head, it worms its way back in...

"I'll always be your little girl,".

With that, I left two very tearful parent at the door to my childhood home. It wasn't like I was leaving. But this was a mark of a new chapter of my life for them. For me however, it's something I probably would have wanted to avoid.