"You have to stop doing that."
"Stop doing what?"
"Saying things that make me want to kiss you when I can't."
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"You're definitely not going to the party dressed like that. You look like a soldier prepared for war." Casimir exclaims in disbelief as he rubs his temples, clearly frustrated.
"I don't see what's wrong with it." I shrug in confusion as I take a glance at myself once again in the mirror.
I look fine. I have everything that I need on me — my handgun is secured in its holster, my dagger is sheathed and strapped around my thigh and most importantly, I have my gas mask with me. I look perfectly normal.
Before any of you think that I am crazy. I am just cautious and ready. Yes, the gas mask is a necessity. You never know when Casimir might turn an entire party into a lab experiment of his.
"You don't see anything wrong with it? Just how? Where on earth did you even get a gas mask from?" Casimir questions in incredulity and he sighs in exasperation before dashing out of the room while yelling for Reece. "Reece! I beg you, please fix her."
Casimir drags Reece into the room and the second she lays her eyes on me, her jaw drops. She scans me from head to toe, clearly shocked.
"Please Casimir, there are millions of dogs in the world. What makes you think I would need you to tell me how to dress? Like I said, I look perfectly fine." I snarl at him.
"Girl, you look like you're going to meet your worst enemy today. Now, leave behind that crazy contraption of yours that looks like it can drain whatever life you have left in you." Reece demands and I toss the gas mask onto the side of the bed reluctantly.
"It's a gas mask." I try to correct her.
"Gas mask, life suctioning device, a face coffin, whatever it is I don't care. You're in my apartment and my room right now. Therefore, my rules. You leave it behind." She states strictly. My lips purse into a thin line but I nod compliantly. "Oh and get rid of the gun too. It's bulky and ugly. The knife-looking thing can stay." Though I am hesitant, I do as she says.
Reece starts to rummage through her closet and Casimir lets out a breath of relief before leaving the room triumphantly. She then proceeds to pull out a simple black satin backless dress. She then reveals a pair of black pin heels that perfectly matched the dress.
"Now, time for the make up." She informs and gets me to sit by the edge of her bed.
She then starts to 'paint' my face and soon enough, she finishes. She smiles proudly at what she calls a true work of art and tells me to get dressed before leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
I quickly change into the outfit that Reece had given to me and surprisingly, her heels fit me perfectly. I stare at the stranger who stared back at me in the mirror. It is insane how different one can look because of make up and clothing.
I then leave the room while struggling to walk in the heels that are inhumanely high.
The first person I make eye contact with is unfortunately Casimir. He looks me up and down once and I see him gulp.
