She threw on the blazer and look at herself in the mirror. Vivian squinted, she still didn't feel right about the way she looked in the mirror. Vivian looked so ugly for a woman. She arched her back puffed out her chest.
Vivian sighed to herself and turned around, touching her bare face with her hands. Maybe she should buy some wigs and clue it onto her face. Wait, no, she didn't have any money! It was then Vivian realized she was broker than the homeless at this point. She stayed there, rooted in front of the mirror for what seemed like forever, with her dull brown eyes and messy short brown locks.
"What's taking you so long?" Jasper asked, emerging from the shadows. His reflecting stood tall in the mirror making Vivian yelp and jolt backward.
"Don't scare me like that," she snapped.
His dark eyes parted to her, peeling into the depths of her soul. "I can do whatever the hell I want Mr. Smith," he clapped back. "That suit fits for better than the last mangy scrap you got on last time. All you need to do now is fix that tie."
Vivian gulped, her fingers shaking with nervousness as she crossed the two parts together, and attempted to knot it. A laugh escaped out of Jasper, "we want a tie, Will, not a bow." Vivian silently turned around back toward the mirror and did it again, this time it looked like a scarf.
Jasper was snickering at this point. "Please tell me you know how to put on a tie"
"I was never taught," she wheezed.
"Turn around," he said, his steady hands undoing the knot she made. She looked down with harsh breaths as he carefully did loop after loop. Vivian's eyes traveled up his chiseled jawline, to his rock hard face. Well, he wasn't perfectly handsome, but he stood out in such a way she couldn't shake. "There," he finished in a monotone face, oblivious to the odd stares Vivian was giving him. "That's how you tie a tie."
"Thank you," Vivian said as he stepped back. She was even paying attention to his instruction, or remembered what she listened too.
"Do you understand know?"
"Yes," she lied, shaking her thoughts off. "It's a shame I have no money for this."
"As if it's not that obvious since the moment you walked into the store Mr. Smith," he mused. "Don't worry about the price, I will cover this." He turned away from Vivian without look back. "But only my sister, insists." He added. "Not because I like you."
Vivian's felt a weight on her back as she trailed after him silently. Jasper really was a bold man, cold and cruel.
"Bye Mr. Cook," Vivian told the man on the way out. "Thank you for assisting me."
"Not problem boy," he smiled. "Take care, you too Jasper!"
Jasper gave him a slight nod of acknowledgment as he walked out of the Men's store, with Vivian following not far behind him. In the general store next to the building, Agatha stood inside the window, picking up the bars and giving them a quick sniff. Jasper groaned and fan his hand through his fluffy hair. "Stay here while I get my lunatic of a sister."
Vivian pursed her lips as he pushed past the other people by the sitting, hearing them gasp once he enter the door and shut it. Vivian watched in amusement as Jasper appeared in the window next to Agatha, their argument escalating through the glass. The bell on the door rung abruptly as Jasper slammed the door and walked toward Vivian, still arguing with his sister.
"You ruin everything!" Agatha complained.
"AND YOU RUIN ME!" he bellowed in public. Pedestrians looked alarmed as they herd the ruckus while Vivian shook her head in embarrassment. This was going to be a pain. Soon they escaped the noisy downtown and went down the warm roads of autumn, the ground bathed with red and orange leaves that delicately swayed back and forth to the ground.
Soon they saw a faint figure in the distance, a breathless, scrawny man who hadn't slept in days. He stopped people desperately as they past. He cries being heard from afar. Vivian's lips parted in shock as she recognized man in a similar pant suit and a strong mustache.
"Sebastian," she whispered in terror, slowing down behind Jasper's tall broad body.
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Hiding from Mr. Billionaire
Romance"You cannot fool me, I know who you really are." His hot breath fanned Vivian's lips as she stared into his hooded grey eyes. "And if you don't reveal yourself to me, I shall do it by force" It is the mid-19th century. Despite society's efforts to t...
