"Do you like it?" Frederick says excited.
"No." I say bluntly. I looked like a multicolored bird.
"You're too picky." Mom scoffs.
"I just don't like bright colors." I mutter.
"Fine! This one then!" Mom hands me a red dress.
"But-"
"No buts, go change!" She says angrily.
I stomp away in the changing room and come out two minutes later. Now I looked like I was cosplaying a tomato.
Mom hums "I think it looks great."
Frederick raises his thumbs up.
"Christian, what do you think?" Mom asks Christian.
He hums "I don't think red suits her."
"You're right." She says, scanning me whole.
I sigh audibly. Life savior.
"This one?" Christian hands my mom a black, long dress. It was tight around the waist with a corset, and had an opening big enough for me to stick my leg out through.
It's like he knows what my taste is?
"Yeah, that would suit her blue hair just nice." Frederick nods.
Mom shakes her head "This is a wedding, not a funeral. Let's get this dress in pink?"
"No, mom. I'll go try this on." I take the dress from Christian.
In two minutes, I was done getting ready.
"You look wonderful." Frederick compliments.
"I'm not into black but the dress is nice. Do you like it?"
I nod proudly.
"Does this one suit her?" Frederick looks at Christian.
"Hm? Oh. Yeah." He replies shortly, barely sparing me a glance.
"Good. We're getting this one then" Mom clasps her hands together.
All day I've been dragged through the city. Buying, shopping, spending.
All.
You could easily tell than Christian was feeling just the same as me.
Although, he doesn't seem to like me.
At all.
But it's not like I mind. He's nothing but a stranger I live with.
In the drive home I sit in the middle of the backseats of the car, baby Jade on my left and Christian on my right.
Being too close to a man since what last happened with my ex makes me super uncomfortable, but mom was against putting baby Jade in the middle.
"You don't have to do anything if he's asleep, just don't wake him up." Mom says and I nod.
I don't like kids.
I glance at Christian. I feel like he purposely doesn't talk to me when his dad is around. It's like he's trying to remain mysterious and it's working. I'm so curious what's up with him.
I really want to have someone to talk to. Someone my age.
He looks at me and raises a brow. Oh, I've been staring for too long.
