The Immortality Doctrine: Bred To The Blood Prince

Chapter 32

I was inside my bedroom, finding a simple dress for Vanessa's birthday. A simple dress would fit me because I honestly did not care anymore what Vanessa would say if I came there with that clothes. I just hoped she would be contented. I was staring at the things inside my wardrobe, most of it contained casual clothes—like my shirts and pants which I decided to leave behind when I went to my original world. But, of course, there were Sunday dresses, I only had a few of them because I mostly wear jeans and not skirts. A part of me was thinking of a 'mix-and-match', but why not?

But I needed help from Abel. Who knows maybe my taste was not a guy's taste. I needed to look as perfect as possible for him.

He was down, enjoying what he was watching. It was probably a replay of The Tonight Show episode because I heard a couple of laughs. I went out the room, then turned left, and went down.

"I'll be needing your help in judging what I'll wear."

"Gladly," he put the remote control down on the couch and followed me.

The wardrobe's doors were left ajar, I automatically grabbed those equally three elegant dresses. I put the dresses apiece on the bed, then looked at them individually. I heard him went there, then appeared beside me all of a sudden.

"What do you think should I wear?" I asked when I saw his shadow.

I heard him murmur, he was obviously musing. One was colored dark blue, with long sleeves, and the front having curved designs. The second was plain black, but wasn't a Sunday and casual dress. It was a cocktail dress that I had used during our last prom. The top part was a bit of disturbing, it was more of a see-through sort. But the things that made want to pick her up were the cute flowers covering the whole dress.

The last was a casual one, and I bet it. The bottom part was colored dark green,  and was just two-inches above the knee, the sleeves were plain white and was long. It was simple—that made me love the dress.

"I want the center one," he said after two minutes.

I cocked my head and scowled. "No way."

"No way?! If you don't want my decision, then how come you called me in the first place?" He remained his casual voice. He did not raise it. If he ever did, I would obey him. I would not balk. 

"Don't be a perv, Abel. I don't want to attract too much attention," I stopped to tell something abusing. "Besides, you had seen my body already."

He did get amused. "Right. But I am a guy and I am your boyfriend. And I know what's best for you. It's not about the see-through dress. It's about elegance and beauty," he grinned. "But I don't know about you, but I'm gonna go wear my suit."

I kept the remaining dresses inside the cabinet, then closed the doors. I stared at the cocktail dress that he picked. I realized he was somehow right. The celebration we were going to was special, and what was a special celebration without people wearing special dresses, anyway?