BiteBound *completed*

Chapter 62

It was strange for Arthur to encourage me to go on an outing with Anne. Not just because there was potential danger lurking about, but because it was without him.

"I think a stroll under the warm sun will do you good. Who knows when the light will ever come back again in this rainy state. Anne will keep you safe, I promise."

He wanted us to keep it local which was entirely fine by me; but importantly, he wanted us back for it got dark.

Again, not a problem for me.
If anything, I wanted to finish this little coffee hangout so we could get home sooner.

Sure it was a beautiful sunny day that felt amazing on my skin, but my tired mind was working overtime. Scanning every inch of a room, looking around for any suspicious people; I couldn't even enjoy my coffee without thinking it was secretly spiked.

One second. That's all it takes is one second and I'm out.

"Ya know I'm doin' the look out for barney rubble right?" Anne says as casually sips on her tea. "Arthur wanted ya to enjoy ya time out in the current bun, so let me do the work."

"Easier said than done Anne." I pick at my cuticles. "I feel like everyone's looking at me, it's suffocating."

"Ah, just give it a lemon." She says. "We only just got here. I'm sure in an hour you'll be right as rain."

"And if I don't?" I said, trying not to sound irritable.

"Try."

I hold back a groan in my seat, returning my attention to the donut I've been picking it's sprinkles off of.

"Mm... 'ow 'bout this." She starts. "Let's shop 'round and 'ave a butchers for your wedding dress."

"My dress." I scoff. "We don't even have the garden ready yet—."

"I didn't ask about that." She rolls her shimmering eyes. "But anyway, let's find ya dress, a beautiful pair of one's and two's and if you're still uncomfortable then, we'll 'ead on back to the mansion."

Doesn't sound like a bad pla— Wait a sec—!

"Did we really go out just to find a dress I might not even wear—."

Suddenly, a blueberry muffin was stuffed into my mouth.

"Mmph!"

"Ah, ah!" Anne scolds. "None of t'at Tom tit! 'e wanted you to unwind and we're goin' ta do that. Even if it means I gotta drag ya out."

"Fwinne, Fwinne!" I swallow. "For fucks sake Anne, you didn't have to shove it that deep!"

"As if you 'aven't had it that deep before." She snickers against her teacup.

"Oh my go— Anne!"

"Anyway!" She grins. "There's a shop not far from 'here we can go look at. I 'ear this is the only store they 'ave a large bridal selection in the pacific northwest."

Yippie... I sigh.

"Aren't we lucky..."

"Ya know, a little enthusiasm won't kill ya—."

"Rosalie?" A feminine figure stops by our table.

As my eyes lifted themselves to the sound of her nervous voice, my anxiety rose from an weary 8, to now a trembling 9.

"Oh my gosh, it is you!" Camilla pulls off her oversized tortoise glasses. "Hardly even recognized you from how pale you are!"

Shit!