Confessions of a Cynic

T W E N T Y - S E V E N

Strolling around town, both Psyche and Wendy thought only one thing in their minds: to find that perfect dress. Wendy discuss her ideals to Psyche and it amuses her on how much she wanted to make tonight a great night for both of her and Robert.

She wanted to show a bit of skin especially that shows her neck and shoulders since those are her erogenous zones. It doesn't have to be short since she wanted to let Robert focus on her zones.

"What about this one?" Psyche pulled up and a lacy pink spaghetti dress

"I don't like pink so much. I was aiming for some rustic colors. Browns but not plain." Psyche nodded at this and continued to search keeping in mind what she just said.

"I'm just going to look over there." She told her as she went far back corner of the store. Psyche continued searching when a melodious voice whispered on her ear that it made the hair on her back rise.

"Searching for the perfect dress, I assume?"She turned around and found Adonis smiling down at her, wearing that smile-friendly as ever. She let out a nervous chuckle. "Well, yes. Actually, for my friend." 

He widen his smile. " What occasion should you dress you for?"

"Tonight's going to be the last day and so my friend over there brought me around and help her find that perfect dress."

"And you? Are you also looking for that perfect dress as well?""Yes."He went moved forward and searched the clothes as well. "For tonight or for other reasons?"

"Excuse me?" She asked him. But he continued smiling, searching for that "perfect dress". And then he turned to him, still wearing it. And it made Psyche thought for the first time from their meeting, his smile could mean so much than just a mere smile."I might help you and your friend find that dress at my aunt's shop. Its just down the corner." He simply said.

He held her hand as they walked on the streets and even though Psyche would think that it was just nothing more, Wendy could sense that it was more than that. She could tell the difference between a man and woman holding each other being friends and more than. And Wendy didn't like the vibe that they were showing.

As they reached the shop, it out off a different vibe from other shops. It was quite larger, and showed an aura of sophistication. It doesn't look high-end but it was simple. White and gold was its dominant color-white as the walls, gold as the furniture and other fixtures.

Adonis greeted an aged lady at the counter in Greek language. There were other people there and most of them were foreigners. Psyche began to search too and was impressed at the quality and the designs of the dresses. She would know this of course, she came from a wealthy family once before she realized that that kind of life wasn't for hers. She wanted things smile but sincere. And even though her clothes were bought from thrift shops, she could do a stir in them.

Often times she doesn't believe that branded and expensive ones were the best ones.  Although she admits that she wandered around those lavish stores once every month, just wanting to stroll around and have the feel of silk, leather or sometimes the texture of velvet. But, she referred laces, eccentric beads and most of all, anything sentimental. If there was something that might caught her eyes, she would study it and thought of the stitches and the patterns and it always leave her disappointed at the end, thinking clothes like that aren't meant to be spent a lot of money to. She could just make them. 

"You could go around. My aunt is the island's best designer." Adonis said as he toured the ladies around the shop. He told a bit of history of his aunts passion for fashion, how the shop was made and how one of her designs was actually featured in one of a famous fashion magazine and etc. And as he tells the story as Psyche was deeply engross by it that she didn't feel Adonis hand were already at her lower back.