Steal Like Thieves

CHAPTER THREE: Dress For The Best

CHAPTER THREE

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"WHO WAS THAT GUY?"

Ash buried his face into his hands on the dining table. "For the fifth time, I don't know."

"This guy thinks he's so good? I thought you said nobody would be there!" I paced back and forth in the living room, frustrated. "The crown wasn't even-"

"Calm down."

I groaned, "What are we going to do now? That dumb excuse for a boy even called me sweetheart! Does he want to die? HE EVEN LOOKED AROUND MY AGE!"

"Amelia, CALM DOWN!" He raised his voice.

I let myself drop on the couch, "What are we going to do."

"There's only one thing we can do," Ash sighed. "And that is to go to that Ball."

"In what?" I rolled my eyes. "I don't have anything to wear but this stupid suit."

"Then we'll buy you a dress. We ARE in Paris."

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Ash never really bought me nice clothes. Yeah, we had money, but he hardly uses it. I'm always wearing clothes that aren't as, well, nice as all the young girls are wearing nowadays. I don't have any friends, social media, I've never went to school but I'm smarter than a teacher. Ash taught me everything.

So him buying me a dress? That's probably the most exciting thing that has ever happened to me ever since the last ball I crashed two years ago.

The invitations have been sent out to everyone, it's even on television. All the shops would most likely be busy as there will be people buying dresses and tuxedoes for the ball. This guy must really throw some nice events.

Me and Ash stepped into a boutique not too far away from the apartment, the smell of new fabric greeted us. The boutique was full of people, girlfriends stuffing dresses on top of their boyfriends, mothers searching dresses for their daughters, boys looking through the stacks of suits and bow ties, the line to pay reached till God knows where. One of the staff approached us with a sweet smile, she looked like the only one who was free and not attending customers.

"Bonjour!" She greeted. "êtes-vous ici pour ramasser ou commander?"

"Sorry, we don't speak French." Ash scratched his neck, something he would do if he was embarrassed.

"No worries, are you here to pick up, order or look at the clothes we have here?"

"Actually, I'm just looking for a dress for my daughter here." He pat my back.

"Ah, for the ball I suppose?" She guestured her hand toward the teen section. "Follow me."

The lady's high heels made clicking noises as she walked, we followed her steps until we stopped at a row of fluffy dresses. I tried to hide my excitement by biting my lip, but I'm pretty sure Ash noticed.

"What colour are you going for?" The lady asked.

What colour should I go for? Oh come on Amelia, it's just a ball. "Do you have any cream colour dresses?"

"Well of course!" She pointed at the end of the row, "Right there. Tell me when you're done looking, I'll be right back."

I looked at Ash, and silently squeeled. All he did was roll his eyes, failing to hide his smile. "I'll go look for a suit." And he walked off.

At the end of the row, hung a dozen of cream coloured dresses. They were all beautiful, some had ruffles, some had a lacy bottom. I shuffled through all of them, and only one caught my eye-

"Hey there, cutie."

I froze and turned around, I held my breath when I saw a young man, who looked way older towering me. His hair was messy and his clothes smelt of I don't even know what.

"Uhm, pardon?"

"Oof," he turned around as someone pushed him closer to me, "Hey! Watch it chienne."

"Désolé." The person who pushed him seemed like he was in a rush.

He then shook the frown off his face, smiled and turned to me, "I knew you were an American." He stepped closer as I stepped back, squishing the dresses behind me. "You look, beautiful today."

"Ha, ha." I pushed him back, "Listen pervert, you would not want to mess with me. I advice you to mind your own business."

"Oooh, feisty one. I like it." He stepped even closer.

Oh, now he's really getting on my nerves. "You really have no idea what I can do-"

"Sir?"

The pervert turned around while I peeked beside to see who saved my life from being either raped, kidnapped or I could just go on and on.

"Is your car the Peouget outside?" Another young man, who looked my age, maybe a year older politely said. "It's on fire."

"What?" He sprinted out the door.

I sighed in relief, "Thank you, He actually believed you."

The young man raised his eyebrow, "It's actually on fire."

"PUTAIN!" The pervert shouted from outside. I'm positive the word putain, is a swear word in French.

A couple of the staff ran out the door. Some got their phones out, started recording, and some went out to check it themselves.

"Well," I blinked a few times. "That's- nevermind. Thanks anyway."

"No problem." He smiled. "The guy was creeping me out too anyway. I'm Chase."

"Amelia." I shook his hand. Chase had dark brown eyes and soft curls, he was quite fit for his age. May I add, he does look cute.

"Are you looking for a dress?" His eyes darted at the dresses that I was squishing. I took a step to the front, stood next to him and turned to look at the dresses.

"Yeah," I fixed the dresses. "I'm going to that stupid ball."

"Oh," he said, "Hey, I'm going too."

I smiled. "Isn't that nice." Poor boy doesn't know I'm a theif.

"I'm here with my dad, we're looking for suits to wear." He looked at me with a small smile that could make any girl faint, "I guess I should get going. I'll see you soon, stay safe." He winked, "Amelia."

"You too." I watched him walk away. Amazing how so many exciting things could happen to me in one day. First, I get to buy a dress, second, a boy talked to me? The sound of sirens startled me while I pulled out the dress I was looking at just now.

Ash appeared at the opposite end and ran to me, looking breathless and worried. "Are you okay? Firefighters just arrived. Someone's car caught on fire."

"I wonder how." Seriously though, how did the guy's car get on fire?

"That's a beautiful dress." Ash complimented. "Let's go pay for it!"

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My writing is just pure shit ok bye