The Most Powerful Magic Of All

Chapter 2

Seriously?" Regina said, as her and Emma stood outside a sparkling clean large glass window, peering inside. "I think I'm going to throw up."

Emma rolled her eyes. "We haven't even gone inside yet?" she replied. Give the place a chance. Giselle is best seamstress and designer in Storybrook."

In scripted gold letters across the glass were the words Andalasia Fashions.

"Well I've never heard of her," Regina retorted.

"That's because she's new to town," Emma explained. "You would know this if..."

"Alright Miss Swan, I get it, you can stop going on about it every single second," Regina shot back, frustration in her tone.

Choosing to ignore what she said, Emma opened the door of the shop and stepped inside. Regina grudgingly followed her.

"Why hello," Giselle cried, one second she was holding a tap measure up to a dress and then, in what seemed like a flash of a second, she was standing in front of them.

"I really am going to throw up," Regina muttered as Emma elbowed her in the ribs (a sign for her to shut up).

Regina glared around the room. Being in the shop it's self was like being in another world. Regina screamed and ducked her head as a seagull flew over it carrying a piece of pink ribbon in its beak. Surrounding her were tree's blossoming with the sweetest smelling bright pink roses. They were everywhere, and the smell was so overpowering it made Regina feel even more sick than she already did. It was like being in a rose garden, rather than a dress shop. The temptation to turn all the roses black was far too strong. But somehow, Regina managed to restrain herself. Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and manikins were everywhere wearing pastel coloured dresses, fashioned with flower print, bows and lace. Was she really expected to wear one of those? Emma had got to be kidding, right? Everyone knew her colour was black. Sweet relaxing music played in the background.

"New customers, oh this is exciting." She clasped her hands together and her eyes widened like a child's at their first sighting of a lit up Christmas tree.

"Welcome to Andalasia Fashion's," she beamed. "What may I help you with today?"

"Right, that's it," Regina turned to go. "I'm leaving!"

Emma caught hold of Regina's arm.

"You agreed to do this remember," she whispered through gritted teeth.

"Is there a problem?" Giselle asked, a look on concern and worry spread across her face.

"No, not at all," Emma responded confidently, smiling.

Regina gritted her teeth, attempting a smile also.

"I'm just looking for a dress for my friend here, for the ball."

"A dress for the ball, oh how wonderful," Giselle spun around.

Regina looked her up and down. She was wearing a long sleeved flower dress that came just above her knees. It was pink with red, yellow, and lilac flowers over it. A piece of string was fastened around the middle of her waist, tied into a bow. Her hair hung down her back, reaching all the way to her hips in long loose strawberry blond curls. Flowers and ribbons to match the colours on her dress were woven into her hair. Looking down at her feet, Regina noticed that she wasn't wearing any footwear.

"It's going to be such an amazing night," Giselle said dreamily. "I've had people from all over Storybrook requesting outfits for it. Did you have in mind what kind of dress you were after?" maybe something like this?" She thrust a picture of a ball gown into her face, then another. "I think this fabric would look great on you," she said, holding it up to her body a little too eagerly. "This too. It really brings out the colour of your eyes."