This kind of feels like prom shopping. The lights, the shop, the busy customers trying to find a dress for the upcoming event. It all smells like prom.
“You aren’t going to embarrass me,” Death says, eyeing my outfit “You look like a damn scarecrow.”
The tweed dress I’m wearing is a bit baggy and is what I call ‘ugly chic’. I run my hands over the fabric. “But I like it,”
“No, just no Anwen,” Death says, picking up a red dress “Here try this,”
Sofie takes the red dress from Death and puts it back on the shelf. Sofie is wearing her usual pencil skirt and business wear at the boutique in the company. She has a soft makeup that subdues the usual fierceness she projects.
“I think you might be hindering the process a bit with your, um, presence,” Sofie says slowly.
Death straightens his back. “What do you mean by that?”
Sofie’s eyes dart here and there. “Well sir, for one, you keep on saying no to everything we pick up without even seeing it,”
“Well, she’s going to be by my side. The Reincarnation Co. is coming. I must show them my surperio-, I mean, our company’s superiority. My father will attend as well. I am sure you know the urgency of this situation,”
Sofie sighs. “Yes, I do sir.”
I push my shoulders back and raise my head. “I got this,”
Death sputters. “Do you not see what dress you just picked out? I don’t care for your hobo chic or whatever,”
“It’s UGLY CHIC and I have other tastes as well. I can go edgy and all dark y’know…” I start.
“Absolutely not. You have a terrible taste in fashion,”
Sofie comes between the two of us holding up her hands. “I will choose the dress, alright. I will! I designed most of the dresses here anyway and I know what pieces will complement her. So both of you can chill, I got this,”
Death squints his eyes before exhaling. “Fine, I’ll back off. But if she comes out looking like some deranged roasted marshmallow like she’s been looking like, your job is gone,”
“Yes, I understand completely. May you please excuse yourself sir?”
Death and I look at each other and then at the length of the room.
“A switcheroo?” I suggest. The boutique is rather large but if I hang around the dressing room it won’t be a problem.
Death is thinking about it and analyzing the situation. “No, I’ll just sit on that couch and catch up on emails. See you,”
He directs his attention to his ipad and heads for the couch in the center of the boutique. Once I am sure he’s completely zoned into his device I reach for the rack. Sofie smacks my hand away. “I said I got this. I meant it and Death is right. You have horrible taste,”
I gasp. “I do not. I just have to warm up a little. That’s all,”
“Nope, I will pick out a dress for you. Now, should we go lighter or darker? The traditional would be a dark look but Death wants to wow people,” Sofie says going through the racks “Let’s try this pants suit thing my friend designed. It’s bad ass and has pockets,”
She takes it out and ushers me to the dressing room. I go in the first one just in case the others are too far. I close the door and begin to shed my clothes inside. I take a look at the thick fabric and slide it on like a glove. I look into the mirror and I can’t help but think it doesn’t look like me. The suit itself fits me perfectly but the extra added train is a bit much. This is something I would like back when I was alive. I was dramatic as hell. Even though I don’t feel it one-hundred percent, I walk out anyway as I do look good in it.
Sofie tilts her head and bites the tip of a freshly painted red nail. “It doesn’t match your vibe. It’s gorgeous but it just doesn’t match your look. We’ll dabble in the dark side for a little more and see if a lighter look suits you,”
We do the previous steps at least a million times. She picks a dress up, I put it on, she finds something off, and we repeat. So, yes, this was exactly like my prom shopping except this is weirdly intensified. Death is still there punching away at his ipad. He has a coffee now and is munching on a batch of muffins.
“Okay, we have one more dress. If it isn’t the one, we’ll hit the city. We have to find the one,” Sofie says.
She pulls out something I would never expect. The soft fabric and the way it flows entrances me immediately. “Are you sure I can wear this at a Reaper Formal? Aren’t I supposed to look dark and stuff?”
“Yes, we can achieve that with your beauty and makeup. This dress is giving me a good feeling. You’ll look stunning with Death by your side. Very Hades and Persephone,” Sofie assures. “Put it on,”
I take the dress and immediately love how it blends into my skin. The strips of glitter shimmer once I reach the room and when I put it on. I know it’s the one as Sofie says. I walk out and grin”Yes, this is the dress,”
Sofie eyes me with critical eyes. She examines me walking around before smiling “Yes, it is the dress. I’ll get Death’s suit and we’ll be finished here. Take it off so I can get it tailored. The hems are too low for your height,”
“Should I show Death?”
Sofie’s eyes soften. “Oh, I think you should surprise him instead,”
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What do you think Anwen’s dress looks like? Hehe
*Swoons in delight*