- HAZEL -
I never knew there were more to designs till today. Seeing this woman and these people work their ass off while putting things on for really amuses .
Knowing whatever outfit I decide on will be made today on such short notice really has stunned. I can’t even imagine how stressful this is for them and how expensive it will be.
"I like this one. The material is soft on my skin, yet elegant." I say, swirling in the dress while looking at myself in the mirror. It’s a crimson red lacey dress, like those the princess in the Victorian era wore. Just the not to pleasant and kind princesses.
Natalie gives a good look, sizing from head to toe. "It is nice. But do you really want to be in an evil princess dress at a party? Movent surely won’t be easy."
Hmm. She does have a point. I don’t even know what I want. "I’d love a dress. Maybe sothing less ballgown-y and more," I pause, trying to think of a word to use. What evil Disney villain can a middle aged woman know? "Maleficent and Eris." I mixed a combo of DreamWorks’s Eris. "But way different." I say. "I can go through Pinterest to show you the characters if you’d like."
"No, darling, that’s fine. I’ll co up with sothing." Natalie says and I stare at her through the mirror, flashing her a smile.
"Thank you." I murmur. Prior to this mont, I thought I’d be Dracula or a wicked witch or pirate with trousers and all things bloody but which girly girl can resist elegant, villainy dresses?
"Girls, leave us." Natalie says in a more serious tone. Her staff exit the room imdiately, leaving just the two of us alone. I admire how good this fabric looks on my skin. It’s simply dazzling. "You’re a very intriguing character-" She says. I turn to look at her then notice she’s waiting for to say my na.
"Hazel." I complete her sentence. How intriguing? I’m tempted to ask but didn’t. "And thank you." I say instead.
"What if I don’t an that in a good way?" She asks, taking a step closer to . Her eyes are peering all over cautiously.
My lips form a line. "Then I can only wonder why and respond the sa way with appreciation."
Natalie laughs. "Impressive reply. Although, you shouldn’t care because I’m simply a stylist."
"One who’s accustod to Killian." I add.
Her half smile seed to utter the words, ’accustod? Honey we run deep.’ and I wonder how I can tell that by just one smile. Plus, she looks like she’s onto sothing.
"Are you a highschooler?"
"University." I say. "In my second year in university."
"Ah, so you’re in your twenties." That wasn’t a question although from her tone, I can tell she demands an answer, so was it a question? Or an easy guess?
"Getting there. I’ll be twenty in a few months."
"Hm." The disapproval in her tone wasn’t missed. She suddenly doesn’t seem intrigued. A sigh leaves her lips as she turn to face the clothes rack, backing . "I don’t know who’s the bigger fool, Killian or you."
My brows crease.
"You’re young, Hazel. Way too young. You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into." Natalie continues.
I scoff. I can’t believe I thought for a second that she won’t judge . "You know, Natalie, the last thing I want is a stylist I just t thinking she can have a say in my relationship. Like you said, it’s none of your business and you definitely shouldn’t mind it." I blurt out without thinking. I’ve passed the stage of judging myself about being with Killian.
And I’m legal. Fully legal and mature enough to have a mind of my own so she shouldn’t make it seem like I was grood. I swallow.
I may co to regret speaking to her this way later, especially if she says a word to Killian, but now I know why Killian told her not to interrogate .
Natalie turns to face . "Feisty. Quite the character." She says, unbothered by what I just said.
I roll my eyes. "If you do your job quietly, this custor will be gladder." I say turning around. I don’t want to see her anymore so I focus my gaze on my body.
A hand lands on my shoulder. "With that attitude, you wouldn’t last a day in the underworld."
The underworld? What the heck does she even an? Is she speaking in my party the sense now?
"Always listen and know the person before you before letting your mouth run due to temper. It’ll save you from a lot of unfavorable situations."
I take a deep breath and exhale gently. I don’t even want to take in this gibberish she’s saying and ruin my mood. Whoever wants to pry in my business should be worried about what I’ll do to them.
"For future purposes, darling. It is not my intention to get on your nerves. I’m simply informing you."
I turn to face her, slapping her hand off my shoulder. Informing to be ta and let soone talk about to my face and say things I don’t want to hear in front of without regard? No thanks. "Thank you but I don’t need it."
Natalie stares into my eyes, looking deeping into each eye simultaneously. "Oh dear. You don’t know." She blinks. Shock suddenly plasters her face. "You naive, naive little girl."
Just because I’m nineteen, doesn’t make little!
I choose to ignore. Sothing good is coming to tonight. I don’t want a conversation to give bad blood and ruin this. Plus, I never have to deal with Natalie again after today.
At least, that I hope.
"I’m here with refreshnts." Killian’s voice resonates from outside. I feel a sense of relief. This room was getting too choking for the two of us.
Natalie gives a stare. "I guess we can have a break." She says politely with a warm smile. Almost like she wasn’t being rude a few minutes ago. This kind of ticks off.
I walk out to et Killian. My arms wrap around him the mont I sight him. "Ugh, felt like years." I say, squeezing his body into mine.
Killian’s arms surround , feeling my back and pulling deeper into his chest like he wants to rge our bodies. I like the way he hugs , I can tell he missed . "Got you so chocolate shake with chicken thighs, fries and pizza."
My mouth water imdiately. "You always know food is the way to my heart." I tip toe, bending his head lower and kiss his cheek. I make my way to the sofa where branded shopping nylons are.
My attention is off everything else but the food packs before . The first thing I sip out from is the milkshake. My eyes roll back in my sockets. I’ll do anything for chocolate.
A woman says sothing in a foreign language. It’s Natalie. I look up. She has an angry look on her face coupled with disgust as she looks at Killian.
Killian responds in the sa way, just with his face looking calm and less aggressive than hers. He spoke whatever language she just used to converse with him and I can tell she obviously doesn’t want knowing what she said. I don’t care.
Killian walks to . "I’ll be back in a minute." He says, brushing his thumb on my cheek. I nod.
"Don’t take too long." I say to him, my mouth half full.
Killian presses his lips on my forehead then leaves. I wonder if their conversation has anything to do with what Natalie and I talked about in the changing room.
I take another bite out of the chicken thighs. If it is, Killian will hear my side as well.
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