Owned

C9: Isabelle

DEV POV

"What did you just call me?" I ask

"Your name, your real name." He answers

"Nobody calls me that, and there's a reason for it." I tell him

"I don't see why you'd use your middle name as your first name and a different last name." He says

"That's not any of your business." I say

"It is now, and whatever it is you're not telling me I can find out." He says

I'm holding back tears now.

"Please. Don't." I say

His face changes, and for once I can't figure out what he might be thinking.

"I'm sorry. I won't dig into your life, but for these purposes I want to call you by your real name." He tells me

"You can't just keep calling me klutz?" I ask

"No, I don't feel right calling you that. To your face that is." He tells me

"Then you can call me Devonee." I respond

"No, I'm calling you Isabelle. That's it. When I introduce you to people you're Isabelle Sanders." I shudder when he says my name.

"Fine. Feel free to call me Belle too I guess. That's what my Mom called me." I say back

He walks into a store I don't recognize and I follow him.

"I'm here for those samples I ordered Matthew." He tells him

"Of course Mr. Brown." He answers and goes to the back and brings out a rack full of jackets, dresses, shirts, skirts, and even jeans. I love jeans.

"Miss, if you'd follow me." Matthew says
I follow him into a dressing room, before I start changing I hear Brown's voice.

"I want to see how they look on you." He says

"Alright Brown." I respond

I take a peak and notice that although everything is black, they're made into outfits. I first try on some jeans, with a loose fitting shirt and a jean jacket. I look at myself in the mirror and smile. This fit is perfect. I wonder how he could tell by just looking at me yesterday. I walk out and he walks around me inspecting once again.

"Do you like it?" He asks

I'm taken back by the fact that he even cares if I like it, I thought this was all about him.

"Yeah I do, a-lot actually." I answer

"Me too. Next outfit." He says

I walk back in and try on a few more casual outfits, that we both liked. And next were the dresses and this one gown. I poke my head out and look at him.

"Do I really need to try these dresses on?" I ask

"What, you don't like dresses?" He asks back

"I just never had a reason too, I never even went to prom. I don't know how I'm supposed to look in one." I tell him

"That's why I'm here. Just try at least the gown on. You're wearing that tonight for the black and white ball." He says

"I'm going to the b-b-black and white ball?" I stutter

"Yes. Now hurry up and let me see. You still have to get your hair and makeup done." He tells me

I get inside and pull on the long black gown with diamonds aligned the bust. I turn and look in the mirror. Holy. I don't even recognize myself. This dress hits my curves just right without making me look like a pumpkin, I've seen this happen on others before which is really a sad sight. I'm about to go and show Brown but I stop when I hear him talking on the phone.