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Page 8 (dress 2) - Don't push it

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After taking care of my arm, Aya was kind enough to escort me back to my room. But, before she left, she made me known that tonight was going to be a slightly different evening. "Tonight's dinner will be a special one, miss." She said. "So, a piece of advice, choose wisely your clothing." She winked and carefully closed the door behind her.  

I was left there not knowing what to think. Why was a 'special one'? How so? And, what was its purpose? What did he had in mind? But, above all, why did i have to atend it and had to be wearing nice clothing?! I was not a dress-kind-of-girl. I opened the dresser. There was a lot of beautiful dresses hanging on the hangers. I ran my hand through the fabrics of all the dresses; pure silk. "Wow... They must have cost a fortune..." I mumbled to myself while taking in the style and the format of each one, picturing mentally myself dressed with them; i was a fun thing to do. About twenty minutes passed with me just looking at them. I still hadn't decided what to wear. "Ugh!" I yelled frustrated. It was only down to two dresses, how was even possible i hadn't decided witch one to hear?! "The red one or the yellow one? Hm?" It was so difficult to choose the perfect one; they were both very elegant and beautiful. The red one was old-fashioned, in a 19th century style, worn off the shoulder with pointed waist and bell shaped skirt with cartridge pleating. It had cute frills over the circular piece of fabric covering the chest and throughout the corset, and at the end, to stick all of that together, a reddish lace in a shape of a rose. The ivory silk Victorian shoes, with low heels, a ribbon and lace rosettes, seemed comfortable. The yellow one was slightly different, a more recent style. It was dress with an heart shaped-top with black frills decorating it's line and a black bow at the end, accompanied with long gloves and a frill choker as accessory. Its shoes, were not so comfortable; black high heels with a petit black bow on the back.


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I end up choosing the yellow one; although the shoes were uncomfortable, it seemed to me more in season. I took my time getting ready; it was not like i was looking foward to a dinner with my keeper/kidnapper. First, i allowed myself to have a long and relaxing bath at candle's light. The lavender salts i pured into the water, softened and scented my skin, and incense i used, left the room so much more light. After the bath, i dried myself and, gently, i spread a coconut-scented moisturizing cream all over my body; my skin smelled delicious. If only i could eat myself... Only then, i managed to fit in that dress, arrange my hair properly and got my make-up done. I looked in the mirror, admiring my reflexion. I sigh at the sight. "Why am i trying, anyway?"  Another sigh, once again, escaped my lips. I undid my hairstyle, leaving my hair in a loose ponytail style, and, cleaned the light shadow from my eyes and wiped the red lipstick from my lips, leaving only the thin scratch of the eyeliner and the mascara. I looked again. "Now, there's more like me." I said and, then, got up and made my way out of my room.

When i oppened the room, a man with a butler uniform and an exemplar pose, greeted me. "Good evening, miss."

"G-Good evening...!" I answered startled. I was expecting someone to be at my door.

"I have orders to the take you miss to the dinning room." He explained. "Shall we?"

My hands trembled and i started to sweat throught each pore in me. Since when i was becoming nervous?! I was not a second ago! It must meant one thing! No! No... no... no... no! I shook that thought away and nodded, following him suit and only stopping at front of the dining room's door.

When we arrived there, he wished. "Hope you appreciate the dinner we prepared for you and have a wonderfull evening miss."

"Merci."
 I thanked him with a veracious sweet smile on my lips. It was very thoughtful of him to wish me that or.... he was just doing his job.

He opened the door and, with a graceful movement of his arm and hand, invited me in.

I grabbed the skirt of my dress and bowed at him. Next thing, i went inside. It was a grand space, to say the least. The huge mahogany table took up most of the vast space the dark and romantic room offered; the mood in the room was indeed appropriate for the ocasion. The table was duly set, i must say. The polished silver cutlery were heavy to the hand and shone brightly in the early evening light. At each place on the table, in front of each chair, stood a tall empty wine glass and beautifully folded napkins to match the colors on the curtains. All that was missing was the food and the guests. 

"Are you hungry, my darling?" A seductive man's voice adressed me. I averted my gaze from the table and looked around for the the owner of that voice. He was standing near the entrance, leaning against the doorframe with crossed arms over his chest. "I'm afraid if that's so, it can't be satisfied for now. Dinner is running a bit late." He announced. "Then, shall we do something to entertain ourselves?" He bit his lower lip, to me, implying some kicky stuff to do.

"What are you implying, Stefano?" I asked while taking a step back.

"Dacing." It surprised me when he suggested it. "What would i be implying, my sweet~?"

"Liar."

"Don't be so distrustful of me, it hurts my feelings..." He took a hand to his chest, faking of gunshot-pose. "I just want you to have a good time."

"What's the catch? Tell me. Now."

"No catch, darling." 
He swore on his life; on his dead life. "Trust me this once." And, in a rapidly movement, he was standing right next to me with his hand stretched out in my direction.

Should i? It still made me suspicious. Where did he intended to go with this? I didn't knew, and he didn't told me. Despite that, i accepted his ofter; it seemed reasonable enough without second intentions.

With his left hand on my waist and my hand on top of his right, we dance close together untill our feets could no longer stand themselves. He pulled me in, so i would stand closer to him. I tried to pull away, but his grip was strong. "Have i already said that, that dress, fits you perfectly? Each curve of your body--..." I swear i could spot a slight blush crossing his pale cheeks. "All sorts of things crossed my mind righ now..." He was about to cofess some dark secrets, i was sure of it. Where was he getting at with this? "What do you say if we skip dinner and went right to the dessert?"

"Don't push it Stefano" I advised him, already annoyed with this atitude of his.




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Characters: Stefano; Angella

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annoyinglizardvoice's avatar

Lovely work on that dress