The Herra Project II- Secret Weapon [H.S AU]

Dress Fitting

"Gosh! This is tight," I breathed as the woman yanked it tighter around my waist. I sucked in my stomach as much as I could. This is definitely not lifting my self-confidence.

The woman began yelling at me in Italian. I read a book on 'Simple Italian' once.

We began arguing back in forth in Italian about my dress being too tight. She eventually pulled back her long black hair into a ponytail with a sigh. Loosely translated I think she said, "Fine, I'll bring in another dress, you ignorant Americano."

I looked around to see they closed all the doors to the hall so the girls could change in and out of dresses now that all the chairs were moved out.

"You speak Mexican?" Sandra frowned from next to me. I could have cried.

"First of all, there is no such language as 'Mexican'. Secondly, people from Mexico generally speak Spanish. Thirdly, that was Italian, you ignorant Americano."

"What?" She frowned again.

"Never mind," I sighed.

"What other languages can you speak?" I turned my head to the other side of me to see Jayden there. It's like they were zoning in on me.

"Loosely, 57 different languages. I learnt them on the ship."

"Some one's got time of their hands," she chuckled. I don't know whether she was trying to offend me or joking.

"I was joking by the way," she giggled. I chuckled slightly as the Italian lady came back in. She seemed less upset now. She even began telling me how glad she was to find someone who could speak Italian, too. She then moved on to tell me about her son as she helped me into the next dress.

"What is she saying?" Jayden whispered.

"She's telling me how much she loves her husband and her family." I smiled as I heard her go on about their young boy, Renaldo. She then asked me whether I had a guy of my own.

"Harry," I blushed. She chuckled and clapped her hands together.

"Is he..." she paused to try to find the right English word. "Handsome, no?"

"Si, handsome." I nodded enthusiastically. She giggled and pointed a finger at me jokingly.

She swooned when I told her he was my date. She immediately jumped into a story of how she met her husband at a prom.

"You beautiful," she cried in her accent with a huge smile as the dress was zipped up. A good start was that this dress fitted snugly. I walked over to a mirror and gaped at the view. I had never seen myself look so good in a dress before. It was a magnificent, blue, flowing dress that resembled a waterfall running down my body to a little trail behind me.

I told the woman how happy I was with it and hugged her tightly before she kissed my cheek and wished me well.

I got out of the dress carefully and changed back into normal clothes with my ball gown now folded neatly in a pretty little box. I sneaked out of the noisy hall to find a bunch of boys standing at the closed doors with wide smirks.

"Vulgar and disgusting," I muttered irritably as all their eyes fell on me.

"It was Harry's idea," one of them said.

I shook my head with a smirk, "Don't listen to that dirty bastard."

I left with a chuckle as they continued to try to peek through the cracks in the door. I walked into the lunch room to get the shock of my life. Half naked boys walked around while others were being measured for tux sizes.