Chapter Four
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"Just get her a damn dress Norman! If you can't, I can always go somewhere else." Richard cut me off. 'Geez so scary. I really can't say what's going on in his mind.'
Norman jumped away from me frightened for a moment. He clearly didn't expect that. He gestured me to follow him. He was too unnerved to even speak. Poor guy.
The place was humungous. It seemed liked I had been walking forever when we reached the women's dress section. Then suddenly Norman stopped and turned to me. He looked flushed.
"You aren't Richie's girlfriend. Are you?"
I chuckled. 'I couldn't help it. He was being so damn cute!'
"No. No way. I was just in some trouble with some rogue men and he saved me. That's all there is to it."
"That's a relief. He's really like those princes in those fairy tales, isn't he? Appearing in times of danger and saving the girl." He said dreamily.
'Whoa! I can literally see two hearts in place of his eyes.' I just smiled.
"You have no idea how excited I am to dress you up! First. You have the most graceful and perfect body I've ever seen in a woman in the past 8 years I've been in this business. And second: I have my Richie to impress!"
He looked exactly like a kid with a new toy when he ran of to find me a dress. I don't know if I should feel honored or .... let's just say I'm confused.
He came back excitedly and handed me an elegant but simple off sleeved navy blue dress along with a beautiful white cloak with gold and blue intricate patterns.
I was lost in admiring it for a while. 'So beautiful.. I've never had a chance to even see something so pretty up close. And the fabric felt so soft and top notch... but... can I... do I deserve to wear this?'
"Are you wondering if you deserve to put it on?"
That made me jump. It was Richard and Norman was nowhere to be seen.
"Ah you scared me! You have some serious mind reading skills."
"No. Its just that you're very predictable. What you think is written all over your face. Just put on that dress."
"But I... I don't..."
"You're leaving me no choice. ITS AN ORDER FROM RICHARD BLAIZE, PRINCE OF ASPHALTA AND HEIR TO THE THRONE. Now will you put it on?"
The authority in his voice was overwhelming. I couldn't help but bow my head involuntarily.
"Ye-ye-yes your highness."
I was trembling as I walked to the dressing room to change.
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