Please Don't Ever Let Me Go (ON HOLD)

Chapter Fourteen

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**| Sang's POV |**

We didn't go to the same mall as last time. This one was slightly smaller but had a more eloquent air to it, all the boutiques high-end. Even the people here were dressed well. I fidgeted with my outfit. I was wearing something simple, capris pants with a t-shirt. I didn't fit here. I stood out.

"Don't worry about it," Victor said and didn't give me a chance to respond or to feel any more embarrassment as they brought me further into the mall, going right were they wanted to go.

It was an even smaller boutique with the only dresses in the sight the ones on display.

"Mr. Morgan," an older man said, his eyes lighting up when he spotted Victor. "We didn't have an appointment set up, did we?" he asked, a little worried. The man had thick black hair with silver streaks on the side, near his temple. His hazel eyes flickered from Victor, to me, and then back to Victor.

"Not at all, Mr. Morley," Victor said. "But I do have a rush order for you. My friend here is going to a dinner party and we want the best dress for her."

"She needs to shine like the fucking star that she is," Gabriel said, his eyes flickering over all the dresses.

I shifted on my feet as the man took me in, sizing me up in a clinical way. I wanted to hide behind Victor, not liking the attention on me, but I managed to keep myself firmly in place, though just barely.

"Excellent, come on back and we will see what we can find to fit you," he said, walking over and shaking hands with Victor. "It'll be my pleasure to dress someone so beautiful.

I flushed red at his compliment while Gabriel began nudging me to the curtains leading to the back of the room and out of sight. "I'm helping," Gabriel said.

Mr. Morley just chuckled. "I already know. Some day, I hope you'll trust me enough to dress your friends up perfectly without your input."

Gabriel grinned at the man. "Never fucking happening."

I glanced at Victor who just waved before making his way towards the couches in a little waiting room area off to the side.

We disappeared through the curtains and went into the dressing room where all the clothes in the store were stored. The space was massive and filled with clothes for females and men, in different sizes, and in all kinds of styles.

"Size?" Mr. Morley asked.

"Two," Gabriel answered.

"Style?"

"Floor length gown."

"Favorite color?"

"Pink."

They continued like that, back and forth with different questions, most of it I couldn't understand.

Finally, Mr. Morley began browsing a section of dresses, looking at some and putting them back, looking at others and holding on to them.

About ten minutes later, he gives me a stack of dresses.

"Try these on, sweetie," he said and pointed to a changing room with a curtain.

I nodded and walked over, Gabriel behind me.

"I'm going to be right outside," he said. "Let me know if you have any trouble."

I nodded. "Thank you," I said, really meaning it. I was glad he was here with me.