J.C. An unlikely love story (Thrawnxf!reader)

Unwanted visitor

You tug your dress to smooth and flatten it. You turn in front of the mirror, observing through every angle. You let Nath...Arzel choose it for you, trusting his sense of fashion and what a woman of the upper crust should look like. He even convinced you to redo your entire wardrobe and brought you shopping at his expense. The clothes are not really your style, but they are feminine and adult, you'll get used to it eventually. But for now you're not, and you swear this dress makes you look like a fool. You take a glimpse of him in the corridor.

"Arzel! Does this dress make me look like a badly stuffed sausage?"

He holds your hand as your spin on yourself to show him off.

"Roween... You are absolutely sublime. You're a living apparition..." He holds your side tenderly and kisses your forehead. "You'll blind them all, do not worry about anything."

You breath, calmed down. Your confidence comes back, and you smile at him. He gently guides you to the dining room of his million credit apartment. Far more spacious than your medium size apartment that he generously pays for you, this place makes you feel small. You watch as the droïds dress the table with experts hands, you envelop yourself in a modest shawl, not knowing what to do.

"Demat my friends. Welcome !" The clear voice or Arzel rose behind your back.

You turn to see his friends arriving with big bright smiles. You stay in the backgrounds, not knowing them really well. You can name them but not much else. That doesn't stop them from embracing you like life long friends. You gladly embrace them back, appreciating this sensation of belonging and love. A lady even kisses you on both cheeks. You let her do it with a patient smile, you get used to familiarity as time goes by.

Arzel places himself next to you and seizes your side delicately.

"To anyone who might not know her already, this is my pearl : Roween."

Your face heats up, being suddenly the center of attention, you bow your head respectively to your guests, welcoming them properly into the penthouse.

"So it's her? The pearl?" Say a ginger woman who you recognize being the one talking with Admiral Wiskovis back when you entered the church.

Arzel nods with a confident grin. They all look at you with kindness and actual respect in their gaze, and another thing... Envy. Like they would like to devour you and take your place. You would lie if you said you didn't like that, to be at the arm of Arzel as so many advantages and perks, authority and respectability is just one of them. If only your subordinates looked at you more like that, you'd have less problems at work. You shake your head, thinking of work will just bring headaches, now is the time to enjoy yourself. You mix with your guests, talking of everything and nothing. The ginger woman gestures to you to join her and her little circle.

"So it is you, The pearl? I knew I saw you somewhere, you're the little impertinent person who eavesdrops on people's conversation."

You feel the fire on your cheeks instantly.

"I was only trying to find a good angle to approach a superior and build my network." You defend yourself.

She chuckles.

"And you came a long way! You are now a lieutenant commander of the Navy, not a nobody of a junior lieutenant. I congratulate you, from the depth of my heart." She bows her head a little.

You thank her for her praise and accept a glass from her hand.

"But I realize we've never been properly presented ! I am Divi, Brigadier General of the Imperial Army. We should stick together as women of the Empire." She clinks your glasses together, you're impressed, acceding to her rank is not an easy feat . "Smile! This is Arzel's dinner but this is as much a celebration of your success in your honor."