The Low-Class Prince Charming

Chapter 16

"A scarf?" Mason repeated; Dean nodded.

"Sky hasn't had a scarf since... Well, for a very long time," he looked over at her sadly as she punched a punching bag furiously, clearly lost in her own world. "But I don't think she'd turn down a scarf from you on her birthday."

"Really? Why?"

Dean turned to Mason as a small smile crossed his face. "Just call it a man's intuition."

Mason looked at Dean with a confused expression. "So you really think she'd like a scarf? Since when hasn't she had one that she'd like a scarf of all things?"

Dean's expression turned sad as Mason asked that, before his sad gaze looked over at Sky again. "I think that's a story she'd have to tell you herself one day. Just make sure to get a black one, since black goes with everything."

Mason frowned. "A black scarf...," he said thoughtfully. "Alright. Tomorrow, you say?"

Dean nodded. "Tomorrow."

"I can't believe you chose me out of everyone to go shopping with you," Sky mumbled as she traipsed along beside Mason the following day.

"You never go out during the day. Besides, it might be cold, but it's a nice day nevertheless," Mason blew into the air to create a cloud as if to prove a point.

"You say that, but..." Sky didn't continue as she looked up at the grey covering that was the usual for England during this time of the year.

"Just appreciate the beauty that is life, Sky. You're so hard to please sometimes," Mason shook his head as he sighed.

As they reached a square with a set of benches, he told her to sit down and wait for him here. "But why?" she asked.

"You'll see. Just trust me."

Sky frowned and did as he said, seating herself on an ice-encrusted bench. "Fine."

Mason ran off then, and Sky couldn't help but feel a bit apprehensive considering she'd said she would stay at his side at all times to prevent him getting into trouble again. Her worries diminished when she saw him returning.

"Ok, close your eyes," he said when he got near enough, with his hands behind his back.

Sky eyed him warily but did as he said. "If you're going to kiss me, I'm going to punch you."

Since she had her eyes closed, she didn't see Mason roll his eyes as he held his hands out in front of her. "Now open them."

As she opened her eyes, she first saw Mason looking at her expectantly before she noticed the object in his hands – a piece of folded clothing made of black fabric. "What is it?" she asked.

"It's a scarf!" he responded as he folded it out completely for her to see.

For a moment, the only scarf that Sky's eyes could see was a grey one covered in red stains. She took a sharp intake of breath in response.

"Is everything ok?" Mason asked, noticing her stiff reaction to his gift. He had another look at it. "Is it no good? Don't you like it?"

As her vision cleared and Mason and the black scarf once again reappeared in front of her, she quickly stood up. "I do like it," she blurted, keeping her eyes focused on the scarf in his hands.

Mason frowned. "You're lying. I saw how you reacted to it. I'll get something else."

As Mason was turning to leave, Sky grabbed onto his arm. "No, wait, I do like it. I just—I just felt a bit dizzy all of a sudden."