"I do not want this." She clearly stated as she returned the dress to his arms with a pack on the chest.

"But you have rejected most of my offers. Most of which you do not find your own liking. And now you don't want this. So what is it?"

"It is too. Fashion ribboned, and colorful. I just want a casual outfit of top and the bottom pants, okay?" She folded her arms, a slight spun with a slight pout of eerie disappointment.

"For the last time, we do not have 'casual' outfit nearby. The only thing available in the shops are skirts, cardigans, or the dresses for a daily wear and some are very suitable for an out wear." He repeated, clearly despicable in his own explanation as he tried to get to her thoughts that she should've just buy one and they're out of the store.

To which she stared flatly at him.

"I do not. Want dresses, or frills, or pink skirts. I just want a one set outfit of casual shirt like a normal human being." She replied.

"But then why did you go to the ball if you don't like dresses that much, huh?" He asked, a blatant argument.

"I just.. wanted some air for a change, you know. I wanted some activity to my schedule, and you seemed to be there to invite me in." She shrugged.

So, what are we going to do here?" He offered. As he raised another eyebrow of the day. As she didn't spoke, or wanted to do anything she stood there her legs frozen across him, as he broke the silence with a question she merely doesn't want to answer.

As he spoke and her gaze brought in her line of vision and, her brian. That the available dresses were with cut-out shoulders, or up to the wrists, or even off covered with which she imagined were scarce on the back.

Revealing too much skin and wind to go breeze through. She shivered at the thought. She played with her lips. The action made her mind pegs move for a bit and make something out of the momentary accusation of having no sense of morality or womenly traits, or a proper fashion mode to wear for a mall for royals that were high up in her league and she didn't have anything to do, or much of a choice than to either pick one and get on with the wearings of her dress. Of doom to her life and youth.

She bit the inside of her cheek and decided to pick the most lowest, but elegant dress that she could.

One with pink and light. Or just a tangy old dress that wouldn't he wouldn't  seem to be too embarrassed for her to buy and bring out of the cashier.

Her eyes trailed off and before she could even have one more second of time, she saw him from the corner of her eye that he started to move. His motion of picking out a dress outfit for himself out of his way. It seems. He was first. And she was second- and last. As she watched him pick a single outfit and moved his hand to pick it out of the loot.

She hoped in an instant that he wouldn't pick out a dress so ugly for her to wear that she would just die and  succumb to her early days of proper arrival of his country.

Wait, is this his country?

She froze as her eyes went wide open, staring right at him as he held a rack of a single piece in his hand.

He seems to be in slow motion.
But as she forgot they were not going to the mall. -He was just trying to find her a decent outfit to wear on her daily  hours of her life. To which she didn't disagree, but didn't totally agree to comply to completely in agreeing and buy a whole new outfit, that would be so- that's way out of her league.

All that would be so priss and kneaded primmed and proper that it would fit her instantly all too well in her own body of a muscly walking meat and bones.

And to which she would probably throw in the trash once she got home.
And she wouldn't probably come to protest if he could stop his habit of staring at people. Especially her, when she's that close to him. She trailed off.

She didn't know where she was, it seems, as he also stared at her. His vision full of her, especially her two colored eyeballs as he handed her over her dress.

To which he unmistakably forced up that it would fit her.

As the man she forgot his first name to, grabbed the single piece of dress from the racks and handed over it to her, looked randomly so, which looked so

And too randomly so. As her eyes puckered at the waist piece. The color would fit just right on her. And to her horror. She might just want this dress to take her home. To which she almost rejected as it looked pretty much expensive. Adding that he was the one who offered, which would make her seem Like a tramp.

Like every other outerwear in the shop. It looked expensive and refined. It would look too much on her -too good to be true if it fit and she said 'yes'.

She didn't know what to do, or go as he treaded the yellow, light dress away to her, flailing in his hand as it stopped in front of her. And she had nowhere to go.

Frozen and a mind blank full of ice and white blankets as the only moving muscle was her lips where her whole entire body didn't want to move. Much to her curses and patronizes. She- wanting to flee but so couldn't that she reached out and grabbed the dress in her hand. As a reply. As she smiled the sweetest and sickly way possible way she could muster. Towards the man that could plan the destruction of her future. 

She smiled. "Well, thank you."

He was the last being of a person- in this shop of earth who would offer her such a sweet dress and a color that she had come to love. Thanks to the night of the ball that she went. And to all hell with that.

She took the dress as it swayed in her hand. And walked straight absentmindedly to the dressing room, which her eyes caught as she spun, seeing the sign of an arrow.

She was not stupid enough to say no, reject the dress back to him, or even run out of the shop. Not that she had access to it, or even much of a plan.

She had no choice but to drag her feet to one of the fitting rooms. One of the dreaded stalls that would mirror her doom of her beauty. She sighed as she entered with a click. The dress portrayed so beautiful and elegantly that it would beauty and filterise everything that she hadn't had to offer.

She smiled. Well, perhaps. This dress might give a reassuring stance of how she's going to be.. or to look like in the reflection of her own. Face and body.
She rolled her eyes.

She slipped it on. Hanged her old dress of lilac on the hanger. And it looked better. She ignored. As she brushed up her sides. Trying to fit it in when it already fit right on her. The shape and color matched her. The skin tone and the material she didn't quite disapproved, sneered at her for her bad decision of preview thoughts. She quite smiled at it. Not the type of being happy at quite how she looked.

She looked pretty, she knew. But it was.. quite embarrassing to wear out on a hot day? She would've worn a tiny crop top or a normal cute shirt on a normal day with tiny jeans or denims that would look appropriate on a hot day. She should've argued. With the man who forced to wear it.

She trailed off.

Until she heard a knock on the door.

"You done?" She heard a husky, dark voice said.

"Ma'am you've been there for a long time, are you having any difficulties?" A woman's voice offered. And it sounds concerning to her that it's almost messed up.

"I'm fine. Just observing myself in the mirrror." She called out. In reply, brushing herself off of her waist of the pretended dust that was never there.

She heard a knock again.

"Alright, alright. I'm letting you in." She sighed as she spun and locked the door open, the click sounds like an alarm to her eardrums as she took a step back as the door swung right at her, the woman in a black suit and red tie, smiling at her with her cute doe updo, and the man who set her up to this mess taking just one step forward, her vision gotten intimidating as he stared right at her, looking right into her soul.

"I like it." She lied.

The smile she formed got deformed as he raised a questioning, more of an insisting eyebrow. He nodded.

He looked at the lady next to her. Her makeup intimidating her as well, looking like a model and a professional make-up applier who'd love to hear her opinions.
Disturbingly.

She smiled again, a little bit extravagant on a fluttery feeling based on nothing. On her doomsday.

"We'd like to take this one." He spoke out of the blue.

She cursed inside her head. Maybe she should've said something. Something to distract or bring up a topic to maybe change her mind about the outift she's wearing.

To something else. And it dawned on her that the other dresses were worse than this one, and that she would rather run out of the shop and get slammed by a car. Not that she could've.

He smiled at her. His teeth showing glory, excitement and an exactly proposed vision on how she would and could wear this outifit everyday out on a sunny day. The yellow belle and hanging sleeves just below her shoulders.

To which she liked but sneered at as she looked a tad too cute in the mirror. More or else like the picture everyone else could've seen through their eyes.

She looked down.

And she smiled again. Sweetly. The same, but her eyes bulging.