Shopping with Anastasia was the most interesting thing I could ever try to explain. Imagine your stereotypical teenage girl excited to go to the mall, but then make her centuries years old.
Walking into the mall, Alek ghosted me immediately, kissing me before he left.
"Hey! Wh-" Anastasia grabbed my arm and pulled me to each and every store that caught her eye. When she saw something she liked, she snapped her fingers and one of her servants would purchase it for her.
After an hour and a half of nonstop moving, I found myself hunched over for breath outside a shoe store Anastasia ran into.
"Aaliyah! Come inside! I found a cute pair of heels for you to try on for the ball!" Anastasia said giggling with a different pair of shoes in each hand. I take a deep breath and walk in the store.
As soon as I walk in, a middle-aged women came up to me.
"Hi! I'm Reneé! Do you need any help today?" she said with the most commercial smile.
I shake my head. "No, thank you. I'm with her," I said pointing to Anastasia, who was deciding between getting 13 pairs of the same shoe in different colors.
"There you are Aaliyah! Okay, which show do you like better? Noir heels with the red bottoms or Onyx heels with red bottoms?" She said holding up visually the same shoe on each of her feet.
I tried not to make my face show my confusion. "I say go with Onyx?" I said pointing at the shoe on the right.
She smiles and chucks the other shoe off her foot.
"I was thinking the same thing! Noir is SO last year," Anastasia said putting the shoes in the box and handing them to the closest servant who went towards the checkout desk.
I laugh nervously, glad I picked the right one.
"Okay, like I always say, before you pick out the dress, you need the shoes to build off of," Anastasia remarked while walking with me down the aisle. I nod not knowing that much about ballroom shoes.
"You need ones that'll look amazing, but also be able to dance in for up to three hours," she explained to me.
After costing about six pairs for me to try on, we both decide on a pair of simple Christian Louboutin's with an open toe. I walked up to the mirror and modeled them for a bit, feeling sexy and confident in them.
"These are amazing," I said while turning towards Anastasia who is taking pictures of me.
"You look so gorgeous, darling!" She said, still clicking away on her phone. I laugh and cover my face with my hands. After taking them off, we go to checkout where the total of all the shoes have been calculated.
My eyes buck looking at the four-digit number on the screen. $8693.48.
"Oh wow I did less damage than I thought!" Anastasia laughs, swiping her black credit card. "Francesco will be so proud of me! Last time I shopped, the store had to close early."
"You're a beast," I said with disbelief and awe. She threw her head back with a fairylike laugh, her silky hair floating back like a Garnier advertisement.
"I can't wait till we find you a dress. I know the perfect store ten minutes away!" Grabbing my hand once again, we're off to the next shop where I found the perfect dress where I can't wait to show off the Alekzander at the ball.
Alekzander was already in the car, eating mall pretzels when we opened the door and sat down in the leather seats. Me, utterly exhausted from hours of being on my feet, rested my head on his shoulder while Anastasia bounced over to the partition to tell the driver where to go next. He chuckles and rubs my shoulder.
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The Incubus Inside Me
ParanormalI guess you can call him the man of my dreams.... or the man of my wet dreams. Aaliyah Jones didn't know what to expect when the man of her dreams became the man of her reality. All she knew was that he wasn't human... and he had a big d*ck.
