I couldn't wait to see the look on her face.
"Hello gorgeous," I smile at her, and she gives me one back. Progress.
"Hello. ¿Que pasa?"
Kirstin is fluent in Spanish: her grandmother was from Mexico. I've picked up on a few "Spanglish" words, and I can have a small conversation.
"Well, tonight I have a special surprise for you. I have your makeup and hair stylists waiting for you. Go on, they're in your bedroom."
She looked at me warily, but she ended up walking in anyways.
"Hello," the makeup artist held out a hand to help her into the tall chair. "My name is Mary!"
Kirstin greeted her back, and her pampering day began.
She had clearly never been treated so finely, for when she asked if they needed anything, the question was fired directly back at them. She was far too polite for her own good.
Soon after her her hair and makeup was done, they asked me to leave the room.
Time for the dress.
I hadn't told Kirstin, but tonight we are going to a gala. As someone close to the top, she's going to have to get used to these kinds of events.
I knew she would love the dress.
The dress was off the shoulder, sparkling emerald lace lined her collarbone, tapering to her waist. Her skirt fell from her waist to the floor with a low empire waist. She looked absolutely stunning. She had gentle smokey wing tips with a soft pink lips, that gorgeous dress, her hair curled delicately around her face, and simple emerald green heeled slippers. She walked-sauntered towards me. Walking is far too innocent to the gentle movement she's doing across the room to me. She smiles up at me gently.
"You did this all for me?" she smiled and bit her lip gently.
"Of course, anything for my darling Kirstin."
"¿Por qué debe usted me ama así?"
"What?"
"Why must you love me so?" she asked, those giant orbs never leaving mine.
"Because, when will I ever get anyone as perfect as you. What's there not to love?"
Kirstin's blush spread all around her face. She looked to her shoes and placed hands on each cheek to cool the fiery blush.
"I gotta go get dressed," I kiss her forehead and speed off to my bedroom. I slip into my tux, my tie matching her dress perfectly. I pull my hair into a low bun and meet her in our living room.
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A/N
Unrightfully short.
My apologizes.
I swear, a long-ass chapter next.
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Fanfiction\\Kavi// Kirstin didn't belong in the city walls. Didn't believe in the test, the limited choice, the planned life. Heck, she didn't believe in the strict appearance codes either. But she had to be here. For him. Avriel loved the order his society...
