Party Preparation
1922 Words
A knock sounded at Mia’s door.
"Mr. Hugh requests to see you," Emily announced.
Mia exhaled sharply.
A rush of uneasiness rushed through her as she approached the door.
Why did he have to come back?
Whether he attended the party or not, he wasn’t going to die, right?
Pushing her thoughts aside, she stepped into the house.
Anton sat on the couch, phone in hand. At the sight of her, he let out a small smile.
"I thought you’d never come."
Mia wasn’t sure if she was supposed to respond to that, so she just greeted him. He acknowledged it with a nod.
"How are you?"
"I’m okay."
"Have you eaten?"
"I have, sir."
"Good. We should head out now so we can be on time."
"Okay, sir."
"Alright then. After you."
As they got into the car, Anton gestured to the front seat.
"Sit in front."
Mia hesitated even though she knew it was the correct thing to do.
She knew if she sat beside him, conversation was inevitable, and she wanted to avoid that. But he wasn't her driver, so... In the end, she complied.
Anton had decided to drive today. He didn’t want a driver between them.
The silence was awkward for him. But for Mia? It was perfect.
After a while, he decided to break it.
"What kind of dresses do you wear?"
'If you even wear dresses', he added in his head.
Because in all the time she had worked for him, he had never seen her in a dress. Not once.
"Actually, I don’t wear dresses."
'Tell me something I don’t know!', he thought.
"Why?"
"I just don’t like them."
"But you’re going to wear one tonight, right?"
"Do I have a choice?" She shot him a look.
"Sorry about that. But really, I appreciate it. Thank you."
"I think you’ve said 'thank you' enough already."
"Yeah..."
He pulled into the parking lot of a boutique. It was a stunning three-story building, its name illuminated in elegant lights: Too Gem Ma.
The place was luxurious. But to Mia, it was too bright, too colorful—nothing like her dark world.
Anton led her inside.
The receptionist greeted them with a polished smile. "Good day, Mr. Hugh. Good day, ma’am."
"Good day," Anton responded.
"What can I help you with?"
"My lady here needs a dress for a party." He threw a smile at her.
Mia stiffened.
Did he just call her his lady?
"What’s your preference, ma’am?"
"Anything black. Not revealing. Definitely not tight."
The receptionist blinked.
Was this woman from the 19th century?
Sure, black was a common choice, but the rest of her requirements? Unheard of.
Still, she remained professional and made a call. Within moments, a staff member arrived.
"She’ll take you to the VIP section. We’ll bring out a selection based on your preference."
"Okay, thank you."
The attendant presented a few black dresses. Mia rejected all of them.
A second batch came. Still, none appealed to her.
Anton sighed. "We’ll just look around ourselves."
"Alright, sir." The attendant curtsied and stepped aside.
Anton walked beside Mia as she browsed through the racks. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find beauty in any of the dresses. They simply weren’t her.
Then Anton’s eyes landed on one.
A black flared gown with a subtle shimmer of glitter.
He pulled it off the rack and held it up to her, flashing a smile. His perfect teeth practically begged her to accept the dress.
She sighed and nodded.
It wasn’t awful. Just… glittery.
Well, whatever.
Even if she stayed in this boutique all day, she was sure she wouldn’t find a dress she actually liked.
She took it into the dressing room.
Anton tried to act indifferent. But inside, he was restless.
He was dying to see how she’d look.
Not just in any dress—but in the dress he picked for her.
As the doorknob turned, he held his breath.
Mia stepped out.
She fidgeted with the fabric at her arm, clearly uncomfortable.
The dress fit her flawlessly. It hugged her from the shoulders to the waist before flaring out at the knees. The netted long sleeves added an elegant touch, while the zigzag-cut hem gave it a modern edge.
Anton kept his expression neutral.
But inside, he was stunned.
Even with her plain face and messy ponytail, she looked gorgeous. Even like an elite.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"No," she said bluntly. "But I’ll go with it."
She was already exhausted from being in the same space as him. And the real challenge hadn’t even begun—spending the night beside him.
"Great. Now, let’s get you some shoes."
The attendant led them to the shoe section.
Anton picked out a pair of black heels, making sure they matched the dress.
Mia wanted to object.
But if she refused, she wouldn’t pick anything else.
She sighed. This is going to be a nightmare.
The last time she wore heels was at a high school party. And even then, it had been torture.
Still, when she tried them on, they fit perfectly.
Anton didn’t stop there.
He grabbed a fancy black purse for her. Then some jewelry.
In the end, he had done all the shopping.
He paid the bill, and they left.
As they walked out, Mia caught the receptionist glaring at her.
She had a pretty good idea why.
It was because of him. Anton.
Women practically lost their minds over him.
And Mia hadn’t missed the receptionist’s pathetic att
A knock sounded at Mia’s door.
"Mr. Hugh requests to see you," Emily announced.
Mia exhaled sharply.
A rush of uneasiness rushed through her as she approached the door.
Why did he have to come back?
Whether he attended the party or not, he wasn’t going to die, right?
Pushing her thoughts aside, she stepped into the house.
Anton sat on the couch, phone in hand. At the sight of her, he let out a small smile.
"I thought you’d never come."
Mia wasn’t sure if she was supposed to respond to that, so she just greeted him. He acknowledged it with a nod.
"How are you?"
"I’m okay."
"Have you eaten?"
"I have, sir."
"Good. We should head out now so we can be on time."
"Okay, sir."
"Alright then. After you."
As they got into the car, Anton gestured to the front seat.
"Sit in front."
Mia hesitated even though she knew it was the correct thing to do.
She knew if she sat beside him, conversation was inevitable, and she wanted to avoid that. But he wasn't her driver, so... In the end, she complied.
Anton had decided to drive today. He didn’t want a driver between them.
The silence was awkward for him. But for Mia? It was perfect.
After a while, he decided to break it.
"What kind of dresses do you wear?"
'If you even wear dresses', he added in his head.
Because in all the time she had worked for him, he had never seen her in a dress. Not once.
"Actually, I don’t wear dresses."
'Tell me something I don’t know!', he thought.
"Why?"
"I just don’t like them."
"But you’re going to wear one tonight, right?"
"Do I have a choice?" She shot him a look.
"Sorry about that. But really, I appreciate it. Thank you."
"I think you’ve said 'thank you' enough already."
"Yeah..."
He pulled into the parking lot of a boutique. It was a stunning three-story building, its name illuminated in elegant lights: Too Gem Ma.
The place was luxurious. But to Mia, it was too bright, too colorful—nothing like her dark world.
Anton led her inside.
The receptionist greeted them with a polished smile. "Good day, Mr. Hugh. Good day, ma’am."
"Good day," Anton responded.
"What can I help you with?"
"My lady here needs a dress for a party." He threw a smile at her.
Mia stiffened.
Did he just call her his lady?
"What’s your preference, ma’am?"
"Anything black. Not revealing. Definitely not tight."
The receptionist blinked.
Was this woman from the 19th century?
Sure, black was a common choice, but the rest of her requirements? Unheard of.
Still, she remained professional and made a call. Within moments, a staff member arrived.
"She’ll take you to the VIP section. We’ll bring out a selection based on your preference."
"Okay, thank you."
The attendant presented a few black dresses. Mia rejected all of them.
A second batch came. Still, none appealed to her.
Anton sighed. "We’ll just look around ourselves."
"Alright, sir." The attendant curtsied and stepped aside.
Anton walked beside Mia as she browsed through the racks. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t find beauty in any of the dresses. They simply weren’t her.
Then Anton’s eyes landed on one.
A black flared gown with a subtle shimmer of glitter.
He pulled it off the rack and held it up to her, flashing a smile. His perfect teeth practically begged her to accept the dress.
She sighed and nodded.
It wasn’t awful. Just… glittery.
Well, whatever.
Even if she stayed in this boutique all day, she was sure she wouldn’t find a dress she actually liked.
She took it into the dressing room.
Anton tried to act indifferent. But inside, he was restless.
He was dying to see how she’d look.
Not just in any dress—but in the dress he picked for her.
As the doorknob turned, he held his breath.
Mia stepped out.
She fidgeted with the fabric at her arm, clearly uncomfortable.
The dress fit her flawlessly. It hugged her from the shoulders to the waist before flaring out at the knees. The netted long sleeves added an elegant touch, while the zigzag-cut hem gave it a modern edge.
Anton kept his expression neutral.
But inside, he was stunned.
Even with her plain face and messy ponytail, she looked gorgeous. Even like an elite.
"Do you like it?" he asked.
"No," she said bluntly. "But I’ll go with it."
She was already exhausted from being in the same space as him. And the real challenge hadn’t even begun—spending the night beside him.
"Great. Now, let’s get you some shoes."
The attendant led them to the shoe section.
Anton picked out a pair of black heels, making sure they matched the dress.
Mia wanted to object.
But if she refused, she wouldn’t pick anything else.
She sighed. This is going to be a nightmare.
The last time she wore heels was at a high school party. And even then, it had been torture.
Still, when she tried them on, they fit perfectly.
Anton didn’t stop there.
He grabbed a fancy black purse for her. Then some jewelry.
In the end, he had done all the shopping.
He paid the bill, and they left.
As they walked out, Mia caught the receptionist glaring at her.
She had a pretty good idea why.
It was because of him. Anton.
Women practically lost their minds over him.
And Mia hadn’t missed the receptionist’s pathetic att
empts—her cheap smiles, the way she tried to touch his hand while handing him the bill.
Pathetic.
She rolled her eyes.
She had bigger things to worry about than a foolish receptionist.
empts—her cheap smiles, the way she tried to touch his hand while handing him the bill.
Pathetic.
She rolled her eyes.
She had bigger things to worry about than a foolish receptionist.
- Writer
