Running into the woods with my chasers, I felt the tension making me faster. The fear and the worry made my legs move fast, but my heart stop.
Desperately I tried to find somebody, something to protect myself. But I was too late, they caught up on...
"I don't have any money", I sighed while the girls dragged me into the mall.
"Ryder gave us his credit card", Rhyme smirked.
"This doesn't feel right",
"My brother swims in money and he specifically asked me to force you into buying a good dress. He was right, you don't like people spending money on you", Rhyme told me.
"No one ever bought something for me, I always had to work for it. I'm not used to it", I confessed.
"Get used to it, if Ryder picks you, he'll shower you with gifts. I'm just warning you", she grinned.
"If? He's definitely going to? Have you watched them kiss, he was so turned on!", Rosalie giggled.
I blushed and hit Rosalie, storming into the shop, ignoring the laughing girls behind me. Immediately a woman approached me, taking me in for a hug.
"Ambrosia, are you looking for a dress for the party?", she was fake, in capital letters.
"Um, yeah?", I replied unsure.
"Oh, I'll help you", she put me on a little stage and pulled out a string to calculate my chest and other things.
"B-cup, perfect", she complimented.
The girls finally came in, grinning when they saw me.
"Ryder likes B-cups", Rhyme laughed.
I glared at them while the lady continued. And speaking of the devil, Ryder walked in with Marcus. What the hell was he doing here?!
"Àlpha Ryder!", the woman bowed for him.
"Angela, the royal family just announced they will attend the party. So can you adjust my suit for the occasion?", he asked her.
"Certainly, Àlpha", she nodded and went on.
The string went around my waist and she ordered me to suck in my breath, I did and saw Ryder grin at me.
"You have a tiny waist", she told me.
"I can think of one person who absolutely loved tiny waists", Rosalie commented laughing.
"I swear-", I was cut of by Angela dragging me in a booth.
How much I hated this.
/:/:/:
"Don't you have a size bigger? It's really tight?", I asked while she watched it.
Angela had handed me a skin tight blue dress that was clearly a few sizes too small. My breast as small as they were, al,past fell out of them.
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"It's the normal for it to be tight", she waved it off.
