Mine (Brad Simpson) {IN EDITING}

Chapter 29

"I don't care, you are trying this on whether you like it or not." I say sternly, shoving an expensive cotton suit into Brad's chest as he groans, turning on his heel and entering the change room, his mother smirking behind me.

It had been almost a week since the trial and we were living in harmony for what felt like the first time since I moved to Philadelphia; we were currently in Giorgio Armani shopping for a suit for Brad for the dance, which was that night. Due to all the drama, we'd left the shopping far too late, but we'd had no trouble at all finding what we needed. I'd found a gorgeous floor-length lilac dress, with a ribbon halter neck and fake crystals across the chest. I'd also paired it with a matching lilac tie to go with Brad's suit and a pair of silver heels (not that anyone could see them). It was safe to say that I was quite the stylist. Rachel offered to do my hair in a neat bun with a braid along the side, which I gladly accepted.

"I never would've gotten him to do that." Pauline says to me, "Well done." 

"Thanks." I laugh, "It's an art." 

"Clearly."

Pauline insisted on shopping with us and I gladly accepted, although Brad wasn't so sure on the topic.

"You don't want to be seen out with your mum?" She had joked, earning an eye-roll from her son.

"For the sake of my reputation, no." He had replied.

The changing room door opened, revealing Brad in a gorgeous black suit (perfectly fitting), a crisp white dress shirt underneath, tucked into black dress slacks fixed with a black belt and to top it all off; the lilac tie I'd picked out and a pair of shiny black dress shoes.

"Oh, it's perfect." Pauline gasped, clutching her hands at her chest.

"I don't know..." Brad spun around, giving me an uncertain look to which I shook my head.

"You look... dashing!" I said, earning a laugh.

"Well... if you like it, then I suppose it's okay." Brad smiles and I step forward, pressing my lips to his.

"I love it." I say. 

"Okay." He says before calling out to the staff, "We'll take this one!"

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"Trust us to leave the dance shopping until the day." I chuckle, sitting in a chair in front of the mirror in my bathrooom as Rachel does my hair and makeup.

"Yes, exactly like your mother." Rachel laughed, "Finished." She said, taking her hands away.

I stood up and looked at myself in the mirror - it was perfect. A side part, with delicate braids going from each side to meet at the back, winding into a bun. My makeup was simply foundation, mascara, eyeliner, a touch of lilac eyeshadow and a small amount of blush; it looked natural.

"It's gorgeous." I smiled, "Thankyou." 

"My pleasure. Now you'd better get that gorgeous dress of yours on if you want to be ready in time for Brad to get here." She says before exiting the room.

I take my gorgeous dress off it's coathanger and carefully pull it on as well as my heels, looking at myself proudly in the mirror. I looked, to say the least, like a princess - and I couldn't have been happier. I'd always wanted to be a princess when I was younger, and my mother promised me that one day a prince would come by and sweep me off my feet; and I stopped believing that until now.

As I walked through the hallway towards the stairs, I thought some more about this. Bradley Simpson really was my knight in shining armour and I couldn't be more grateful for a single thing in my life; without this boy, I don't know what I would do. I've grown accustomed to having him in my life; the late night calls, early morning texts, surprise visits, random kisses, the caring, the feeling I get when I see him and most of all, the love we have towards eachother. I honestly don't think I could live without it and I hope I never have to. Losing him would be like losing a piece of me.