Dragon's Wolf

Dressing Rooms and Choices

Aeriella's POV

I had a bad feeling about letting her throw a party, but it looks like I don't get a choice in tis. Aaron seemed resigned to this so it seems like she always gets her way in this place. I don't know why I expected anything else from the former alpha female and the mother of the current alpha male.

Suppressing a groan, I let her pull into the parking lot of a mall. God, I hate malls. The building was at least three stories tall with a size taking up at least a city block. A sinking feeling took over and I felt my face fall. Aaron's laugh caused me to look back to see his amused grin as he squeezed my shoulder. His mom ignored us and grabbed her purse. She rapped on the windows, "Come on. We've got to get you some party clothes."

That did it. I groaned. No holding it back anymore. Grudgingly climbing out of the car I had to grab my mate's arm. There's no way I'm getting out of this without support. Just the thought of the noisy mall filled with idiotic people, smelly food, rank perfumes, and pushy salespeople makes me want to run. I'm not good with idiotic humans. I can't beat them into submission or pull rank on them and they're too stupid to be afraid.

Putting on my game face and wishing I'd used irish creamer I went in. An amused yet affectionate feeling was coming from Aaron. He squeezed my hand and winked when I looked over. The noise was the first to hit me when the automatic doors plastered with ads opened. Horrendously bright colors assaulted my eyes as I looked around. The sign read Juniors so thank goodness I don't have to browse through that.

Aaron's mom waved us over from her position by a cheap jewelry display in the tiled isle. When we reached her I had to resist cringing at the stench of the perfume section nearby. She grinned and gestured to the woman's formalwear section, "So what do you like? I think a flirty summer dress would be good. This is a formal casual occasion so no jeans."

I tried to keep my expression blank instead of grimacing like I wanted to. Everything was either floral or had some kind of psychedelic pattern. Just by entering the section I felt my image being questioned. All the women in there were giving off a feminine aura that I'd never even associated myself with. Some seemed to have that submissive feel while others seeed formidable, but I'd just never mingled with their type of people.

I felt overwhelmed, out of my element but not one to give in, I dragged my mate in. If I go down he's coming with me. Unfortunately, he gave off a mostly comfortable feeling and even guided me towards the dresses, "I think mom means these."

I bit my lip and stared at the hanging floral fabric. There was a poofy skirt and dainty little straps. Just by looking at it I felt constricted. The pattern would have been cute if it wasn't all the same looking like a table cloth from some nursing home. I wanted to wince as I picked it up and held it at arms length. Nope, can't do it. I put it back and looked around more. Then it hit me, I don't know the first thing about dressing in the classic female dress. Sure I can pull of black dress pants and a nice shirt like a champ, but I have no idea what I even like in dresses. I don't even remember if I even like wearing dresses it's been so long since I've had one on.

Well alright, I'll just have to try it again. With renewed spirit I looked around scanning the area for fabric without a blasted pattern and colors not used on traffic cones and signs. There were hardly any choices that fit my criteria and I began to wonder if there were any at all that I'd even like. My feet carried me around the section aimlessly while my hand attached to Aaron's arm kept him following me. He chuckled and shook his head inciting the warm bubbly feelings inside me. He's so cute when he smiles.

"You are too." His breath was on my neck for a moment before his soft lips kissed my cheek causing some nearby lady to giggle. I blushed because it was public affection but also because he was inside my head again.