I'm His Mrs.

Chapter 22

December 30 (The day before prom)

Melanie's POV

"Dimitri!" I yelled from my room knowing he would hear me.

A gust of wind flew into my room letting me know of his presence.

"Yes?"

"You want me to go to prom with you right?"

"Yeah..?" he asked slowly while raising his eyebrows.

"Well, what am I supposed to wear? I have nothing in this closet worthy of prom." I said  frowning upon the pile of dresses spread out on my bed.

Dimitri rolled his eyes carrying me bridal style while vampire running. I opened my eyes once I felt him stop moving and the wind no longer in my face. I peeped open one eye to see where we where. It was his studio, what a surprise (hint sarcasm). He put me down and walked to where a bed sheet was covering something. I recognized the shape under the sheet. It was just like the shape of the mannequin he had used to make my ball gown. It couldn't be another dress, could it? He smirked his usual smirk that always took my breath away. It was like William Levy's signature smirk he always used in the mexican soap operas I would watch with my mom. (Y'all should look up pictures! He's so hot!!!) He lifted the sheet and their stood another one of my creations. It was the other sketch I had lost with my ball gown. Again it took my breath away, the details, the exact color, it was perfect. It was a teal one shoulder floor length prom gown with a slit that began in the middle of my thigh. It was elegant and sexy. I touched it's silky smooth satin back. It was exactly what I wanted. I turned to face Dimitri and jumped into his arms clutching his neck as I kissed him. He twirled us around placing me down after a few spins.

"I take it you like it?" he asked cocking one head to the side.

"Of course I like it silly, it's perfect!" I leaned happily against his chest observing the dress. I thought about our last discussion about the dress he had made for me. It was such a waste of talent. I sighed which of course he didn't miss.

"What's wrong?" he asked causing me to have to look up into his worried eyes. I tried to smile, but it wasn't there.

"Nothing, I just love the dress," I feigned.

He frowned, "That was not a happy sigh missy, and I know it."

I removed myself from his grasp and pretended to concentrate on taking the dress of the mannequin.

"Melanie..." he said my name in that tone. The tone my dad would always use when I wasn't telling him something.

"It's really nothing, and I don't want to bring it up because I know it'll just end up in another argument like last time. Just drop it Dimitri, I don't want to ruin this moment."

"Ok, fine I'm dropping it," he said holding his arms up in surrender.

"Thank you, now help me get this dress off, so I can put it on."

"Are you going to need some help taking your clothes off as well?" he asking teasingly.

I felt my jaw drop. He had never been one for making sexual remarks.

"We'll see," I smiled.

Isabella's POV

I groaned. I had to find a dress quick, and Hector was not making things any better.

 "Hector would you hurry up and just choose a suit! We have less than 2 hours to get ready for prom."  

"I honestly don't see how you got us an ivitation." He said fixing his crooked black tie.