Dresses and fittings (2)

ASHER.

Mercury pulled me again, towards the direction where a few of the attendants were. There were so many dresses on display that the atmosphere had begun to choke me. Every single one we slipped by brought thoughts to my head. Mercury and I— linked arm in arm, just like this one, and walking down the aisle. I could picture the wide grin on her face, and the scowl on mine.

My chest tightened as it began to get clear to me that I couldn't pull this off. Axel was right, after all, rather than be a fucking puppet. I could have easily told my father I didn't want to. Up until a few days back, when the clarity hit, I'd been okay with that idea. I sighed, looking around the softly lit boutique, and it kept hitting me that I didn't want to be there.

"Hi!" Someone chimed. I looked up. It was a store attendant, a gay man— obviously, from his makeup and the deadly heels he had on, I was beginning to wonder how he even walked on them. He curled his fingers, gesturing so much as he talked. "