Behind The Cold Silence

My Fiesty Little Ifrit

Why? Why me?!? I hate dress shopping!!!

Mr Ambrose walks into the tailor shop with me in a simple dress behind him.

"Good day sir! What can I get for you?" a man I'm assuming is the tailor comes to greet him ignoring me.

"A fancy dress for the lady, something cheap but looks rich."

Typical Mr Ambrose. Won't spend money for anyone but himself.

The tailor nods and runs off.

We wait for a few minutes until he comes back with two dresses.

One sea-coloured and another which was dark green.

"Try it on." he orders

I grab the dresses and went inside the dressing room.

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Looking at the mirror, I look ordinary. The dark green one was quite tight so I set it aside.

I stared at the sea-coloured dress and Mr Ambrose's eyes flashed in my mind.

I quickly slipped it on and looked in the mirror. I look presentable I guess. I should ask Mr Ambrose, he is the one paying after all.

I took a deep breath and opened the door.

Mr Ambrose was looking at something as his back was facing me.

"Mr Ambrose, sir?" I called out to him.

He quicly let go of the object and turned to face me.

His stare was cold and unmoving.

I shuffled on my feet nervously, as he continued to stare.

"We'll take it." he finally says. "Change." he orders.

"Yes Mr Ambrose, sir."

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The time for the ball came as I wait outside.

My hair was effortlessly curled at the ends. A little bit of lip stick and that was it. I have never been a fan of make up. Under the long dress, I had gun and knife holders tied on my leg. No man or woman would ever dare to look under a lady's skirt right? And I also his a dagger in my knife.

"Karim, get the car." Mr Ambrose ordered from somewhere behind me.

"Yes, Sahib."

I didn't need to look up from staring at the ground to know Mr Ambrose was right beside me.

"Mr Linton. Stop staring at the ground like you're mental."

My eyes immediately snapped up to look at his fury seeping out of me.

"Excuse me, sir. I advise you not to insult me at the moment or I will not come with you to this ball right after stabbing you in the eye with a dagger. And you would seem mental for calling a woman in a dress, Mister." I said poking him on the chest.

Of course, he didn't even feel threatened or offended. Or moved at all. He just stared at me with his sea-coloured eyes.

"Dangerous and out of control. My fiesty little ifrit."

A shiver ran down my spine as he said those words.

My? Since when did he ever own me? And... ifrit?

"I most certainly am not!" I exclaimed pulling out the dagger from my fan and pointing it at him.

"Being dangerous and out of control? or being my fiesty little ifrit?"

"Both!!!"

"Well, you most certainly are."

I groaned in frustration and threw the dagger at him, he casually caught it without cutting himself as if it can be done even by todlers.

"I advise you to not waste any of your weapons, Mr Linton." he says grabbing my fan from my hands, slipping the dagger back in, and handing it back.

The carriage rolled in. Mr Stone and his wife said they would go before us to seem insuspicious.

As we arrived I stared at the mansion I saw before us.

"Mr Linton, when we are inside... You shall call me by Rikkard or Rick to make it seem believable that I am your date."

"Dick, if I must call you that. Call me Lillian or Lilly. If others will hear you call me Mr Linton, I am sure they will call you mental."

His left little finger twitched, "Lilly, I said Rick. Not Dick."

I couldn't help but let a grin show, "Of course, Dick."

I walked up to the entrance as Mr Ambrose walked beside me.

We made our way in and I quickly spotted the members of my real gang. Even Lord Dalgliesh.

He looked at me then to Mr Ambrose and knew I succeeded in joining their gang.

I gave a curt nod at him signifying I won't let him down.

"Lilly, would you like to dance?" Mr Ambrose asked.

I smiled nervously, I've never danced in a ball before.

"Of course, Rick." I say as he leads me to the center of the ball room when the music started.

He guided me effortlessly and gracefully. I managed to keep up without stepping on his foot.

After a short while, the music started to pick up it's pace and so did Mr Ambrose.

He spun me here and raised me to the air.

I began to have fun as the music continued and this time I was the one leading.

I let out a laugh as the music ended and a slow pace started after it.

Mr Ambrose put my hand on his shoulder then held me by my waist, the other holding my other hand.

We started to glide around the dance floor as I hummed along to the familiar tune.

"Lillian." Mr Ambrose said.

I looked at him with a smile.

"Yes dear Rick?"

"I know you have something to do with Dalgliesh and his gang."

I tensed but he continued to dance.

"I should kill you. But I wouldn't. You did nothing wrong and just followed orders."

I raised an eyebrow, "Rikkard Ambrose, understanding?" I joked but he still was expressionless.

"I advise you not to tell Dalgliesh anything, you will not return to their gang, and you will not backstab me if you value your life."

I felt threatened but collected my composure.

"I understand, Rick." I says in a monotone.

"Adequate."