Bad Boys

Keeping Up with Eliizabethany

"People!" I shrieked to my crew who trailed behind me in the warehouse. It was the day after the dinner. My amazing selective memory allowed me to forget that time moves in a linear fashion and the fact that I was still, and forever would be, a perfect high school student that perpetually attends school. So, I was shopping for some stuff for the party. "Find me a dress!"

"Already done, Ma'am." Mandarina said as she curtseyed in respect of my presence. Of course her name wasn't actually Mandarina but I had to give her a better name than the foul moniker her parents had given when I employed her. She held out a dress for me to see. Even before I looked, I could tell that it wouldn't be good enough. It was a ugly white lacy thing with long sleeves, that wouldn't have looked out of place at a pauper's wedding.

"No," I said flatly, as soon as I looked at it. Mandarina's face fell as I rejected her choice but I didn't take it back. After all, my impeccable dressing is far more important than her feelings.

"How about I show you a dress," Marcus said huskily as he appeared behind me. I frowned curiously, was he trying to sound sexy or did he have a head cold? I was okay with sexy but I'm far too pure to catch a virus.

"How did you find me," I said breathlessly.

"I wanted to make sure that you were safe, so when you were changing yesterday, I put a tracker in the CPU of your phone."

"Oh," I said. That was so clever and caring of him. I know that phones and CPUs totally work like that.

"So do you wanna see that dress?" Marcus asked, as he took my hand. On cue, my crew suddenly left the warehouse.

I smiled at him, silently communicating my answer the way only lovers can do. He led me, squeezing my hand gently, towards a rack of clothes in the far corner of the warehouse. He lifted his arms, allowing me to see his toned biceps, and pulled something off the rack. I gasped as I saw that he was holding a skimpy satin leotard with Freddie Mercury's face printed on it and brown bows on the shoulders. I loved it instantly.

"Try it on," he said, while raising an eyebrow sexily. He nudged me towards the changing rooms. I took a brief look inside them before turning away and sniffing in disgust. I hadn't caught Marcus' potential head cold, but changing rooms were a thing solely for the benefit of the proletariat. Dirty and disgusting cubicles for dirty and disgusting peasants. They were not equipped to handle aristocracy such as myself.

"I can just change here," I almost said before I remembered myself. I was a pure and modest almost-virgin who would be horrified to be seen nude by anyone (apart from the artists I model for, they don't count as humans). "The changing rooms are dirty, would you mind turning away so that I could do it here?"

"Of course," Marcus said, turning away and motioning for the crew to do the same. I wasn't worried, the male protagonist in the story always peeks, he would soon be staring at my beautiful figure.

I easily lifted my outer garment over my head, after all, your girl was trained here, but I remembered to be a beat too slow as I pulled up the leotard.

"What do you think?" I said, to Marcus, a second before he flashed his phone, snapping a photo. He smiled.

"Absolutely gorgeous darrrrrling, so sorry but I've got to leave. Bye babe," he husked with his sexy voice, casually shaking out his golden locks in the most wondrous, slo-mo way. Just like a movie star.

I turned around to give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek but just like that he was gone with the wind. Oh my, how a man of mystery makes my heart thump.

"Miss!" A voice squeaked. I lifted my head. Ughhh, it was stupid Mandarina who had raised me from my trance. Honestly, I always complain about Ida but at least she knows to keep quiet when I want her to. How dare this woman, this creature, not understand my every mood and want without me telling her. Oh goodness, I wish I could fire her. Too bad that she was one of my mother's favourites.

"Your mother has just messaged me," she said. "Your brother has left to collect your sister, Dymondina from the airport. They'll be back in 4 hours. She's staying for a month, over from Italy. Napoli I think it was."

I snorted in disbelief. "What?" A new person staying over at my place? I hadn't even planned for it, I needed more time. Leave it up to Jaxxon to not tell me anything. Hmph. Haven't even talked to him about Bentley, but honestly I'm too busy for his antics.
"Your brother-,"

"No, I completely understood that, you biggidy bog. What I meant to say was —why aren't you people moving! This girl won't understand the clothing trends here and no girl can fit all the clothes they need in a luggage bag. We need to buy a completely new wardrobe!"

"Yes, miss!" about sixty voices chorused from the warehouse. I could hear Mandarina's sigh. Yes, work my minions, work.