Chichester Mansion

Rendezvous

This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet.

-Rumi

Eclair's POV

"What are you wearing?"
Goodness! He looks so young wearing a grey tuxedo with a hair styled to attract the opposite gender.

"A formal attire. You'll be wearing the same." Robot. That's what he sounds like.

"I'll wear a tux?"

A blank stare was his response.

"What dress would you like?" He asked while scanning the designer's wardrobe.

"Nothing in particular. My clothes were always prepared for me. I've never really chosen anything for myself."
Its too troublesome to argue with the helpers in my previous mansion so I didn't cross their decision.

He showed me two beautiful dresses. The other one was a sleeveless black and white cocktail dress with diamond stardust design and the one on his left hand was long sleeves tailored with a cream floral see through masterpiece.

Al dressed me up himself.
"This isn't part of my  job, is it?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"Just wear the dress."
He said sending me a cold glare.

"Huh. You won't tell me yet you order me around." So much for being partners.

He paced around our current hotel suite calmly like some  high school boy confident to attend his  prom. He came towards me after I was done changing with the cocktail dress I personally chose.

"Don't bother refusing, it's natural for you to be my date because you are my partner." He said sternly while fixing my hair. After he did my hair he proceeded with the make up.

"I don't see the reason why I have to wear make-up. Is it so that I could match you?" I questioned.

"You don't need to match me. You just have to be you."
He took the keys from his pocket so that we go straight to his car right after.

"Huh. By the way you look..." Drop dead gorgeous...wait is that compliment said to girls? Or guys? I don't know, I never complimented anyone before.

"It doesn't matter how I look. I'm not a model or an actor who gives a sht about my image for others to feel pleased."

"Huh. You're being sly aren't you?." I was still wearing the same accessories I bring when we're on a mission. He didn't tell me what to wear and what not. Thankfully my eyeglasses wasn't removed. He orders me around but he respects me.

"Do you feel comfortable with your getup?" Right. He's always concerned about me making me feel like I'm someone important.

That I'm not comfortable with.

"Huh. It's fine and I'm grateful. Thank you for this." I didn't know he had it in him. To be able to dress me so gorgeously like a grown up woman.

He then dressed my feet with a pair of silver three inch high heel shoes and I'm all done.

"Huh. This is very kind of you.." Thank you gentleman.

He waved me off and went outside of the suite.

"I' just thought you don't have an idea how to wear this."
He's right. I've never worn high heels before.

Guess there's always a first time.

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By seven o'clock in the evening, we reached a magnificent garden. The place was filled with amazing sparkly lights in different colors but most of them were twinkling with blue and white lights.