Run with me

Get dressed

Lena POV 

“This will look lovely as well!” Olivia pulls another dress out of the closet. 

I am meanwhile sitting on Conan’s bed. He has a queen sized bed with puffy white blankets. It is comfy to sit on. However it looks like it hasn’t been slept in for quite a while. 

Olivia has put a mountain of dresses on the bed. They were all her moms, apparently they kept them for Olivia to wear one day. 

“Are you sure it is oke to wear these?” The closet literally contains every single possible color. 

“Yes, they are mine now but I cannot wear them anyway. Not yet at least. They are so pretty though, they disserve to be worn.” Conan mentioned to Olivia that I might be size wise similar to her mom. So now she is searching for a dress for me to wear to the festival tonight. 

“It is not a wedding or funeral. So let’s try to stay away from those colors.” My eyes fall on this navy dress though. Olivia past by it once, however its design catches my eye. 

“How about the navy one?” Olivia looks at the dresses she just passed. She grabs the navy one from the top, pulling it out the dress collection. Holding her hand high up the dress barely hits the ground. 

“Try it on!” I jump up. I am never too old for a try out various dresses. Taking the dress from Olivia, her arm drops as if she was lifting a heavy weight above her head. Walking over to the private bathroom I strip down. Stepping into the dress I hoist it up. Zipping it up from the side after putting my arms through the sleeves. 

Slowly I walk out of the bathroom. Olivia is holding up two dresses as if debating with herself. 

I make a coughing sound getting her attention. “I think your dad was right about the size matching.”

“Woow, that’s the one. Nothing is gonna compete against that.” I look in the full body mirror that forms one of the closet doors. The mermaid dress hugs all my curves. Would they call this a strapless dress? It has sleeves though that give a little more hold. 

“I will be dragging the ends over the grass and mud though, the dress will be ruined. I just can’t wear it.”

“Bullocks. Its fine. Here let me take the tag out, it is still hanging in the back.” Out of a drawer Olivia pulls out a pair of scissors. Removing the tag from the back of the dress with a snip. 

“It’s a dark dress, it is fine. My mom hasn’t actually worn it. So don’t worry!” she swings the price tag around. 

“Try it with heels it might not even touch the ground.” It is good that I have always my dark heels with me. They are extremely comfortable, not too thin of a heel. Open but with a strap on the top so my foot won’t just flop out of the dress. 

“I have some heels with me, while I get those how about you finally try on your dress?” Grabbing my heels from my duffle bag from my room, I head back to Conan’s bedroom. I put my shoes on to see the whole image in the mirror.

My stomach stands a little out, but that’s practically invisible with this dark navy fabric. Nobody will notice. I think Conan was right with his assumption of me being pregnant though. I stand there stroking my stomach when Olivia returns all dressed. 

“You look stunning” She is wearing a sparkling dark green ball gown with beige not too high heels. 

"I have to agree with that." Conan stands on the last step of the stairs. 

"Lets do your hair and I will organise these dresses quickly." Her hair was all fuzzy. While mine I can just comb with my hands and its perfectly smooth into place. Hers might need more care. 

As I pick up one of the dresses on the bed, Olivia goes back to her room to fix her hair while Conan walks into his bedroom. 

"Had fun here?"

"Yes we did. The dresses are gorgeous." I try to colour coordinated them. They were in the start, but now I am not too sure anymore if the brown came after the orange or white. 

"My wife used to wear a different one at every event or festival. Never one twice. I am happy though that they are of use now. " I am not sure what to say to him. 

He opens the closet opposite to this. Taking out a black suit. 

"You are also getting dressed up? I thought you would be working at the clinic?" 

"Yeah, I am. If the clinic is too quiet I might join you guys. I am not gonna sit in a deserted clinic by myself. Also anyone who will get hurt after the festival starts will be at the festival. So I might be there as well." He has a point. 

After putting the last dress back on its hanger I turn around to see Conan half naked. I quickly turn around towards the closet again. "Sorry I didn't realise."

I can hear him snicker. "It is fine. Pretend we are at the beach. I am not ashamed of my body, feel free to look."

Turning back to him he is just pulling his arms through the sleeves of his white shirt. He starts to button up, but I have enough time to be mesmerised by his abs and firm chest. I knew from looking at him before that he was fit. But he actually has a body woman can drool over. Buttoning up his last button he pulls up his sleeves. Even all buttoned up I have to swallow. 

"I will give you some privacy." I quickly excuse myself as he started to move his hands to the button of his trousers. 

I know he is teasing me. I could hear it from his soft laugh. Softly I close the door. Checking on Olivia I find her all tangled up with her own hair. 

"Need some assistance?"

"Yeah, I looked up this hairstyle online, but I keep messing up the back part." She shows me a girl on her phone who has braids on either side that come together into a bun. 

"Let me see what I can do" In no time I have her hair braided and pinned up into a bun. I used to have long hair. My fingers remember the movements, so its easy for me to braid her hair. I am always jealous of those with long hair, they can try out all these different styles. However long hair never suited me, so I cut it short and have never since let it grow long enough. 

"Woow! thank you Lena! You have magic fingers!" she blushes while checking herself out in the mirror. 

"When I ask my dad he always thinks of those vacuuming videos. Heck no I am asking him ever again. Thank you." She beams up at me. 

"Shall we wait for Austin downstairs?"

"Guysss, they always need too much time to prepare." we both laugh as we go down.