Divinity

"Not happening, weirdo. Get a life."

Alexis

Luckily school was close to home, so I could easily walk back with the others rather than catch the... bus. Ew. Just ew.  I mean, worn seats, gum stuck in random places, screaming children, personalities judged on where you sit and creepy bus drivers who gave me lecherous looks every time I walked past... Not happening, weirdo. Get a life. Luke walks me to my door as per usual, so he saw the paper taped to my door again. Had they ever heard of glutack? Grinning, he pulls it off and reads it to me “You, Alexis,” He gave me a funny look, “You are Alexis, right?”

“Last time I checked.”

“Ah, good.” he smiled. “Well, you- and I, apparently- are invited to the second celebration of the marriage of Hermes and Diana. It’s old fashioned themed.”

“Like bubble dresses and top hats?” I happily imagine Izek in a coat and tails, almost laughing at how he looked uneasy in those clothes even in my imagination.

“Yeah. Top hats.” he pretends to put one on, “I would suit a top hat.”

“Keep believing that, Luke.” I whisper into my hand jokingly. “Don’t let Luke know the truthhhh.”

“Well, then.” He bows. “I shall pick you up in my carriage of magic.”

“You better.” I warn. “Princesses don’t like being disappointed.”

“You won’t be.” He was suddenly serious, his eyes boring into mine. “I would never disappoint you, Al.”

Oh, god. I smile, trying to lighten the mood. “Well, you better not... otherwise I might turn into a pumpkin.”

“A pumpkin? That’s awfully specific. And weird.”

“You know... Cinderella...”

“Al... Cinderella didn’t turn into a pumpkin.”

“Shut up!” I hit his arm. “I’ll turn you into a... corn!”

“A corn? Oh god no, please, not a corn!”

“Be afraid. Be very afraid.”

Since I don’t usually keep old fashioned ballroom gowns in my well stocked wardrobe and I didn't know that anyone actually did, I decide to go to Mrs Styles and see if she had anything. When I knocked on her tarnished oak door and she didn’t answer... well, I need a dress, don’t I? I quickly try the handle; unlocked. I open the door and crept in. Just jump in, grab a dress...

A long, soft pink gown caught my gaze. It was almost luminous, glowing like a rose. Gold trimmings around the front, bottom and neck line, it was perfect. Transfixed, I reach towards it.

“Looking for something?”

I almost died.

Mrs Styles was gazing at me from a shadowed corner, her heavy lidded eyes half closed. “Do you require a dress for tonight, Miss Rose?”

I gulp shakily, “Uh... yeah... maybe.”

Her crinkled face shows no emotion as she plucks the dress off the rack and held it out to me. “This would fit.”

Carefully, I reach out and took it, the silky material enveloping my arms like magic, “T-thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” She silently watches me bundle the dress up. I shot her a (frightened) smile and moved towards the door, clutching the pale pink close. As I was closing the door behind me, I hear her say, “Miss Rose?”

I turn to face her. “Yes?"

Her eyes, charcoal like terror, flicker. “Do not come in here without my permission again. There are things I don’t need a goddess to see.”