It was never suppose to happen. Rand and I being stuck in the dark life we're in. But I can't regret it. How can you regret the only life you've ever known. I never thought we would see a light never mind it being presented on a sliver platter by th...
I sat in my large bedroom within the manor. Richard went back to his city yesterday, Jason is with Roy at his safe house fixing me a room, and Tim and Damian are at school. Bruce went to work not too long ago so all who's here is Alfred and I.
I slide from the bed and wondered all the way to the kitchen where Alfred was along with two people I didn't know. I stiffen at the sight of them and Rand growled lowly at them. That seemed to get there attention as all three of them turned to look at me.
I waved nervously and inched my way over to Alfred. I stood close to Alfred as the two other people looked at me. One male one female, their gaze on my was strong. They were, analyzing , me.
I looked up at Alfred in hopes of in explanation but all he did was stare blankly at me. I glare at him before shooting a quick glance over at the two people. The old man just rolled his eyes at me "Miss. Citlali this is Master Bruce's personal designer and stylist. They are here to help you prepare for your formal up coming depute," He said.
My eyes widen "and when was I going to be told of this...depute?" I whisper harshly. "I apologize Miss.Citlali wasn't aware you haven't been told," The old man sighed as he rubbed the bridge of his nose.
"It seems as Master Jason had yet to tell you," He groaned "In any case these people are here to help you decide on your attire for the event. Please do not hesitate to ask for something specific it's been made cleared by Master Jason that no price is too high," Alfred cleared.
I felt my heart warm up as he talked. It was kind of Jason to do so and I couldn't help but nod. It wasn't until then that Rand let out a snap of his jaw as I was pulled away to a separate room. The two gave Rand a rather annoyed look as I called him off and they continued to drag me to what seemed like the lounge.
And when I say that that I mean that the entire room was conformed into a giant boutique. A racks of dresses in bags hung on one side while giant folding solon chair and mirror on the other. I took a rather big gulp as I was pushed into the room.
The lady introduced herself as the hairdresser while the man claimed to be designer. I smile shyly at both as the man helped me on a large round pedestal.
"Now that we have a better look at you we can actually tell what you need work in. Usually the Wayne girls already have something in mind when we are called to these meetings but it seems you have nothing," The man said.
I nodded sheepishly with a small embarrassed smile. The man let out a hum before circling me like a shark. I stood taller to give him a better look. "Your well rounded for a girl your age. Your breasts and hips aren't too big and you aren't too flat in the stomach. But your skin tone is a bit hard to work with. It's a rather strange mix really. it's like an Egyptian and Arabic had a baby then that baby went off and had a baby with a white," He scoffed.
My eyes widen and I looked down at Rand completely flabbergasted. Strangely enough I wasn't offended but weirded out by his explanation of my skin tone. I look back at the man who was looking over me "Your really simple and that make you all the more beautiful really. A strange mix of dark and white giving your skin a drowned tanned glow, your hair although covered in dead ends and not properly taken care of is a nice dark shinny black, Those eyes of yours too a really rich Chocolate color." He continued to explain.
"And to think she's only sixteen," The lady butted in. The man had a thoughtful expression but nodded taking her comment into account. " Yes there is that, she still has plenty of room for development as she gets older," he agreed.
I smile brightly at all the flattery. "Alright so now that we know what we're working, I can safely say that there's quite a few colors we can work with," He hummed out before waking over to the racks. And that one little sentence started the longest two hours of my life.
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I tried on the twenty-sixth dress ,yes I counted, and walked out. The to people who I've come to know as Chris and Rebecca , sat in their chairs looking over me. Chris gave the motion for me to turn around and I did.
I stood there longer than I normally would so I turned back around to see the backs of Chris and Rebecca at the door. They were then moved out of the way and in the door way was Damian Wayne.
His green eyes widened as he looked over me, he stood still for a moment and didn't say a word. "Umm...Damian?" I call out. No answer "Damian?" I ask again. No answer "DAMIAN!" I yell. only then did get a response (1)"أنت جميلة " he muttered.
"Umm...I don't...know Arabic," I muttered confusingly as I looked over at Chris and Rebecca for help. Their eyes widen and quickly turned their back from us, great I'm on my own. "Damian? English please," I sigh.
Damian's eyes widen in realization and his dark cheeks hinted at color. An angry look crossed his face and he glared at me before turning sharply and stormed out the door, slamming it in the process.
My eyes widen and I looked down at Rand who was looking up at me just as confused "Do you have any idea what just happened?" I whisper to him.
