I gasped as I slid the final dress on. It fit perfectly. I couldn't believe it was me in the mirror. I gave myself a few twirls in the mirror. It accentuated everything I had hoped it would. I pushed open the door to go show Lukas, beaming with excitement. I stood in front of him and his jaw dropped to the floor.
The dress was black and tight in the top with an off the shoulder neckline. It dipped down to show off my chest. It was tight at the waist to show off my figure. The skirt came to my mid-thigh and showed off the length of my legs. It was light and airy, and I could pair it with a gold belt around the center and nude pumps. I was so excited.
Lukas looked me up and down as I spun around to show it off.
"That's the one," Lukas nodded. I beamed.
"Wanna help me with the zipper quick?" I asked.
Lukas stood up and moved behind me. He brushed my hair away, his hands lingering on the base of my neck before fumbling for the zip. He slowly pulled it down, his hand trailing down my skin. His head dipped close to my shoulder and I could feel his breath brushing my skin. We stood there for a moment, almost touching in proximity until he finished with the zip.
I turned around to thank him for the help, and he looked quite flustered. I shook my head, confused, and went back to go change. I pulled on my clothes and shoes and stared at myself in the mirror. I put my hand to where his breath was hitting and wondered why he hesitated. Was the zip stuck? I gathered my things and left the fitting room with the dress in my hand. Lukas stood up and we went to the register.
Before we paid, I remembered to grab Lukas a tie and pocket square. The tie was matte black, and the square was white with gold decals. I nodded. We'd be shoe shopping later as well. I paid for the items and we brought them out to the car. Lukas was avoiding eye contact for some reason. I ignored him and drove down to my favorite shoe store.
The two of us went in. I helped Lukas find a lovely pair of brown dress shoes. They were glossy but not too distracting, and a medium dark brown to compliment the belt. He would be looking his absolute best. I totally took after my mother with my aptitude for fashion.
I then dragged him over to the women's section and browsed the heels. My eyes froze on a completely gorgeous pair of black pumps embellished with gold. They were perfect. I tried them on in my size and quickly gained about 4 inches. I was nearing Lukas's height in these. Perfect.
Lukas nodded in approval. I grinned and slipped them off. I saw a simple gold belt and a matching clutch, so I picked those up as well. I'd theme my makeup with them as well.
"Don't upstage the bride," Lukas teased. I rolled my eyes.
"I thought we were meant to be sabotaging the wedding? How can I do that if I don't look better than the bride?" I joked, going to buy the shoes and accessories. My credit card was going to hate me for a while.
Lukas and I piled our things into the car and we drove home. I'd get the suit and dress pressed before we left on December 1st.
But for now, I had Thanksgiving to worry about. It was an American holiday, but it meant Bennett would be over the day after for our traditional Chinese food and action movie extravaganza. I'd see if Luann wanted to come along so we could round it out. Oh, and Evan and Drew. The two of them seemed to be getting much closer as well. I smiled at the thought.
Another week or so passed and the snow continued. Thanksgiving had just passed and I had called up Luann, Bennett, Drew, and Evan, and they were all due in later that night. I had ordered in Chinese, and Lukas and I were moving the couches so we would have room to project on the wall. I took down the picture frames and hung up an extra sheet I kept just for occasions like this.
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Knightly in Shining Armor
Teen FictionAll Lourdes was looking for was a roommate. She just needed someone to help with the chores and rent until she graduated. What she was not expecting was the son of a multibillionaire. All Lukas was looking for was a place to crash. He just needed a...
