The Gang Girl

Chapter 20- Formal Cuts

"I have to wear a suit?" Elijah looks at me blankly and I stifle a sigh.

"This Christmas party is traditional for my family, seeing as you've been staying with us for close to two months, you have to come. At least you don't have to wear a formal dress." I groan the end bit and stare daggers at the open computer sitting in front on me, open on a tab of formal winter dresses. That weren't black. Dad put me under strict orders not to wear black.

"But why a suit?"

"Because it's a freaking formal party. As in suits, polished shoes, stilettos, ball gowns, women trying to out do every female in the room, although they're all the same, men getting drunk, hitting on people that aren't your partner. It requires a suit and tie."

"I don't own a suit, I left it in Germany."

"Well, lucky for you, I sold all my formal wear before leaving Germany, and none of my formal gowns here fit me, so we can both go shopping together. And don't tell me you don't have the money, I know how loaded the Reider's are." I shoot him a look, daring him to deny it.

"I know, I know, it's just, a suit? One week before Christmas? How the hell are we meant to achieve that level of formal wear when every high class man out there has snatched them up for their own Christmas balls." He sounds exasperated, and I don't blame him, after all, I have the same problem.

"I'm going to a tailor for my gown, more expensive, but so worth it, plus they redesign a chosen dress to my fit and... needs." I smirk slightly at the fact that my tailor is also a part of the gang.

He nods his head at me, to lost for words at how fast I had found a solution to our problem.

"Go get your coat, we'll go now." I tell him, walking up the stairs from the kitchen to go grab my shoes and what not.

"Which car?" He yells after me.

"Screw fancy, I'm just gonna take the black range rover." I shout back over my shoulder.

***

U should hve seen the look the tailor just gave me when i told her the dress wasnt too b black.

I grin down at my phone as I wait for a message back from Ivan.

Ur dad made the ball Harry Potter themed and said u couldnt wear black? Does he even no what colour the school robes r?

I chuckle slightly and Elijah leans over and glances down at my phone to see what I'm looking at. When he sees I'm texting Ivan, a flash of emotion goes through his eyes, and I blink. Was that rage?

I shake it off as the tailor returns and beckons me into a change room. I shove my phone in the back pocket, not keen on the idea of leaving my phone with him after that undetected emotion.

"So, I decided that, although you told me your father requested the gown not be full black, he never said it wasn't allowed to have black on it." The tailor shoots a sly look at me, and I return the look.

"Ravenclaw right?" I nod my head at her as she opens the door to the fitting room, revealing the gown as we walk inside.

"Dad's going to pitch a fit!" I giggle with glee as I take in the dress.

"I'm going to go out, get Elijah's measurements and see if I can find one of the dressmakers glorious designs to show him. You, however, are going to put the dress on and allow the dressmaker to take note of the adjustments that need to be made."

I nod my head at her and go towards the dress.

"Ummm, I'm going to need help getting into this." I say looking at the sloping neckline and the cut-outs near the hips that I would surely get my feet caught in if I attempted to put it on by myself.

Blaise looks at me, then the dress and shoots me a look.

"You've been training since you could walk and you don't think you can manage that dress without assistance?" She asks me, an incredulous tone creeping into her voice.

I roll my eyes at her.

"I'll take a pass of potentially losing my balance and doing damage to that work of art, thank you very much."

She just huffs and walks towards the door.

"I'll send someone in. You get to tango with the dress, I'm gonna go see what that young man looks like with no shirt on." She calls over her shoulder, sending a wink in my direction.

"Careful there Blaise, he's delicate." I call after her, laughing.

***

"I need to go get my hair done." Blue says softly as we walk out of the tailors building and towards the car.

"You gonna get it re-dyed?" I ask and he shakes his head at me.

"Nah, I'm gonna see if I can get the colour washed out and get it cut in a new style." His hair slips in front of his eyes and pushes it back, only to have it fall back into his eyes.

Huffing, he grumbles about having longish hair and how he shouldn't have let it get so long while we slide into the car, me laughing at him.

"Shut up." He hisses as I continue laughing at him.

I just close my mouth and smirk at him, trying not to break out in giggles again.

"Just take me somewhere to get the colour taken out of my hair and get it cut." He huffs, pushing his hair out of his face again.

I nod and head towards the place my father and brothers get their hair done and before long, I'm sitting in a chair, watching as the colour in Blue's hair is washed down the drain and his startling blonde-white hair becomes more and more prominent.

"Why did you dye your hair in the first place? This colour is amazing!" The man working on Blue's hair exclaims as he finishes scrubbing the dye out of his hair.

"Rebelling against tight ass parents." He mumbles as he sits up, taking the towel from the man and wiping the beads of water running down the side of his face away.

I snort softly. Such a typical Reider thing to do. They look at me but I just smirk back at them. Blue rolls his eyes at me and stands up from his chair and is guided to the next chair he was to sit in while the man works his magic on Elijah's hair.

Bored, I pull my phone out and decide to go through my photos from the start and see how far I can get before Blue is done.

This will be fun.

My conscience pipes up, also reminding me that there are still a shit load of photos of Haydn on my phone and his brother is sitting like 3 feet from me.

We need to tell him.

I know, I know.

500 photos later, Elijah is standing up with a fresh cut that highlights his high cheekbones and truly makes him look his age. More grown up.

Making him look just as Haydn looked at 20.

Almost exactly how Haydn looked before he died.

"Fighter, you alright?" Blue flicks me in the side on the head as he walks by towards the counter to pay.

I shake my head clear.

"Yeah, why?"

"Because you look live you've seen a ghost." He pulls out his wallet and pays for the haircut and waits for me at the door.

"Oh, you just look so much like the man I was with back in Germany, it threw me off a bit." I shrug it off as I walk past him towards the car.

"Ahh, ok." He just says as we duck into the car.

I start the engine and tap the steering wheel.

"Anywhere else we need to go?"

"Nope."

"Home it is then."