Must be Santa (COMPLETED)

16

Drew leads me to a room full of tailors where intricate cloths of snow stained barrels and bright threads of alabaster lain neatly across the massive space. The tailors ran left and right, pulling and cutting at different fabrics and dyes, keen on completing their duties.

"Prince Drew!" One lady gasped, freezing in her place. A few others focus their attention on us and bowed. I smile, observing the faces of each person, remembering one small lady from our engagement party in Decemeber. She smiled and bowed down at Drew and I.

"Princess Wynter. It is wonderful to see you again" she grinned politely.

"Like wise" I beamed. I felt bad for not remembering her name.

"Princess Wynter.
Princess Wynter" each person hummed my name, bowing and showing me the utmost respect as I passed by. I guess Nick may have briefed everyone on my arrival. I smiled awkwardly and look at Drew, still unaccustomed to the title. 

"You'll get used to it" He shrugged, gently nudging me forward so the three nearest women could start on my gowns.

"Princess Wynter needs dresses fit for a princess. Sew a couple of thick pelts and gowns. Something to withstand the harsh winters of the Pole."

"Yes Prince Drew" they nodded obediently. Drew starts his departure but I stop him. "Wait! You're not gonna stay?"

"Unless you want me to see you naked? I think that's more of Nick's speed" he winked before leaving. I blushed but nodded, signaling him to go.

A few moments later, the same three-woman escorted me to a comfy room and made me undress, fitting and wrapping some heavy cloth around my waist. Of course magic fitted it perfectly. It snapped and adjusted to my torso in just a few seconds. They took their special wands and stitched me in, making sure they perfected every detail.

I look to my figure in approval, bending to inspect my body in the mirror before I see Nick's reflection behind me. I inspected his features before pretending to ignore him. He let a lazy smirk spread over his lips before focusing on my dress.

"Nice dress," he announces. I ignored him, lifting a finger to my lips. I tilted my head to carefully observe the sequins.

"Don't tell me you're upset at me too? I just got the scolding of a lifetime from my father." Nick pouted, walking into the room to finally meet me. The three seamstresses left the room leaving us alone.

"I'm not mad" I muttered still focusing on the details of my dress. "I just thought you would be the one to pick me up, that's all." I shrugged, trying my hardest to sound like I didn't care.

"So you either really hated the ride here with Drew" he teased, staring into my eyes through the reflection in the mirror. "Or?"

"Or?" I repeated, curious to know his other suggestion. He strolled over to where I stood, gently pushing his hands around my waist and pulling me against his chest. His body heat invaded my backside, his strong arms secured around my figure. "Or, you missed me that much" he suggested, pulling a curl behind my ear.

My breath hitches as his warm fingers relax against the surface of my skin. "This dress looks really good on you" he bragged, stepping up to the small platform to take a closer look. He bent down to inspect the crystals before slowly rising up. I watched him carefully through the reflection, curious to predict his next move. His arm pulls me even closer this time, our shortage of space was invasive.

I heated at his embrace, instinctively opening the crook of my neck to allow him to kiss it but before I allowed it, I snapped back to reality and leaped off the small step, pulling my clothes and jacket into my hands.