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DELANO

I MADE A QUICK JUDGEMENT OF HER CLOTHES. Big red polo on brown and black baggy jean that hung right on her waist. She held a bag over her shoulder and her headphone on her head. She definitely didn't look like she was here for some.... wedding dresses.

Her expression morphed from shock to anger instantly as she stared at me.

"Did you stalk me?" She asked instantly without waiting for another minute.

I cocked my head slightly, "What do you think, Kitten?"

"I am not...your kitten." Her voice was, almost, violent.

"Woah," I raised my hands slightly. I wasn't sure if she said that 'that way' for me to be scared of her. If she did, it didn't fvcking work.

She was silent for a minute, her nostrils flaring slightly in defiance but I could feel her eyes lingering on my face, taking in every detail. Her chest heaved faster. I smirked.

"Checking out your husband before your wedding day?"

"No. Just plastering yourself to the back of my mind, so that I won't wake up and scream 'monster!'" She made her hands in a witch form and a grin filled my lips as I raised my brow.

"Are you already thinking about sharing the same bedroom with me?" I asked and her eyes flickered with red. She was annoyed by the question. I love it.

"I didn't say that." She replied with gritted teeth. I ignored the sentence as I turned my attention back to what she was wearing.

"Boyish much?" I pocketed my hands.

She rolled her eyes, "Not your business."

"You should dress girly many times. I prefer my women.....girlish."

Her eyes blazed like she was going to spit out fire any time soon. Amusing. I wanted to see how far I could push her buttons before she finally blew up in flames. She looked around and then dipped her head so low.

"You won't get what you are looking for," she said and turned, walking into the boutique as she adjusted her face cap.

I smirked at her lightly as I waited for Jay to appear from wherever he went to. He had better quit wasting my time or get his head pretty snapped out of his neck soon enough. One thing I desisted was waiting for someone or something, anything at all and Jay knew that.

"It's..." He appeared from nowhere, his eyes scanning through his phone as if urgently looking for something. "It's here." He breathed out.

"This," I propped myself on the wall, "is the only wedding boutique in this street, Jay. What exactly were you looking for?" I asked, my eyes ticking upwards.

"You don't understand. It's really hard to find."

"It's not. I've been here." I said.

He huffed lightly as he tapped me by my arm, my shoulder flexing under his touch. The next thing I hated more than waiting is human touch. Like, why the fvck would you touch me in the first place?

I frowned and he took his hand off, like I burnt him.

"Let's just get the suit and get the h*ll out of here. If I breath the air Ariel breaths for even another moment, my skin would peel off."

It WON'T peel off. Frankly speaking, I love her scent. She smelt like honey and sin before destruction. I loved it. Pretty much why I grabbed her closer to me all through the time we danced.

"Be careful with her, she's a witch. I won't be surprised if she tries to kill you after marriage," Jay nods his head toward me.

I imagined Ariel trying to kill me in the night while I slept. "Cute."

Jay's head snapped towards me at the word that leaves my mouth and then he resigned to his fate, knowing that a psycho would always...be a psycho.

"Let us be fast and get the h*ll out of here. I have to check the shipping that's coming in. I can't risk-" My legs came to a halt when I see the sight in front of me, dragging away all the breath in my lungs. I'd known Ariel was good looking, I'd just hadn't expected her to be so.....breathtaking. It wasn't a lie. I literally couldn't breathe.

She had a frown on her face as she stared at herself in the mirror, checking the perfectly fitting gown with angry eyes. I didn't care much about how angry she was. All I cared about was how fitting the gown was and how easy it'd be to rip off her body. The white dress was perfectly made for her skin and no one else's. If she didn't get the dress, I'd get it and force her to wear it that wedding day.

"It's too beautiful, I hate it. I don't want to look beautiful." I heard her say pointedly to the girl beside her and watch the other two men who stood in the building, wearing suits. I wouldn't believe she was the kind who'd walk around with security even if someone put a gun to my head. But then again, we were all people who had something always on our backs.

She caught sight of me staring at her through the mirror and her brows cocked up in a questioning gaze. I didn't look away, instead, my lips curved upwards in a sly smirk and she rolled her eyes in response, before walking back into the dressing room.

"Are we getting that?" The girl beside her asked and Ariel didn't give a response. I assumed they were getting it, they had to.

Since I knew what my bride was going to put on now, I better pick something that matched the aura.