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My dad deserved a day of absolute, unblemished joy, and I was going to give it to him even if it killed me. Taking a massive, shaky breath, I threw off the duvet, forced my trembling legs to stand up, and dragged myself toward the bathroom to strip off my pajamas. Forget the fancy, frilly princess dresses of Disney lore. Forget looking like some delicate, fragile little victim in a pastel skirt. I was way too mature for that bullshit now. I yanked open my closet, bypassed every single dress and blouse, and grabbed my absolute favorite outfit: a loose-fitting, sleeveless Burna Boy graphic t-shirt paired with heavy-duty black athletic joggers and combat boots.

"A hot, tragic Victorian novel is not a life, babe." She grabbed my hand and dragged me toward her closet space like some kind of glittery tornado. "Rhea, seriously, I have nothing to wear to a club." She gasped. "Say that again. I dare you." "I said I—" "—Nothing to wear? Oh, sweet cursed baby girl. Don’t you know you live with me now?" She flung open her closet, and a rainbow of different colored outfits stared back at me—silks, satins, sequins, crop tops, boots that could kill a man. She dived in, emerging like a treasure hunter with three dresses in hand.

“I don’t get it. Where are you going dressed like that and why do I need to trust you again?” I twirl before the mirror, totally loving my outfit. It consists of a black leather skirt that’s obscenely short, sexy and screams “I-could-kill-you-with-a-glance” at the same time; coupled with a white shirt, black heeled boots and black trench coat. “Don’t I look gorgeous?” A little colour returns to Zuri’s cheeks once again and I breathe a sigh of relief. “Girl, you’re stunning. But all you’re missing is a whip to complete that outfit. Where are you going?”

Just a clean, easy movement. I walked into my massive walk-in closet, determined to shed the cozy, vulnerable look from this morning. I wanted something that felt sharp, confident, and entirely put-together. I pulled out a pair of high-waisted, structured black trousers that fit perfectly, pairing them with a sleek, fine-knit emerald green turtleneck that complemented my skin. I tucked the sweater in, cinched my waist with a classic black leather belt, and slipped into a pair of polished, low-heeled ankle boots.

Chapter 4 - I'm Saying Yes To The Dress *Natalia* After the interesting turn that happened in Luca's office, I went upstairs to change my outfit for dress shopping. I changed into black ripped jeans with a white cami cropped top and a white short cardigan with black combat boots. I grab my purse and phone texting Nova that I'm on my way. I make my way downstairs and see Luca's mom waiting for me at the front door. I am to greet Aida when Luca calls my name I turn around. "Yes," I say.

It says Boutique and Salon. "BUT before I show you to the Human world, we're gonna have to give you a makeover," she said while looking at me from head to toe with a disappointed face. I anxiously checked my outfit. I'm wearing a long dress with a peacock pattern paired with a denim jacket. This is the best in my closet. I don't wear dress all the time, so I made sure that I'm going to be comfortable with this one. Ruby shook her head disappointedly. "You look like a wingless bird, Nikita. Come with me--" she said, and pulled me inside the shop.

What’s better, though, is that we discover that I can make the outfits appear directly on my body, perfectly trimmed and tailored, without having to go through the drag of getting changed in and out of each one. “What do you think of this?” I ask, standing in front of the mirror and sweeping a hand down over the little black circle skirt that falls to my knees. I’ve paired it with a crisp white top and finished the whole look off with a black velvet bow instead of a tie. I grin as I look at myself in the mirror, taking in the black stockings and the cute, prim little oxford shoes. “I think it’s adorable.”

she murmured, her voice dry and papery. *My Queen?* what the hell?. I didn’t argue. I followed her into a room bigger than my entire old apartment. There were racks and racks of clothes that filled the space, silk gowns, leather pieces that looked like armor and jewelry that probably cost more than I’d make in ten lifetimes. My mind was racing while I browsed, I needed something that didn’t scream “helpless damsel.” I grabbed a simple black shift dress and a pair of sturdy boots that actually looked like I could run in them.

But laughter sounds from both of us even as I manage to pull away from him. I take the outfit I’d already picked out earlier out of my closet and stuff it into my work bag. A canvass tote that I always bring with me to work containing my outfits, shoes, and makeup. For tonight, I picked out an asymmetrical black mini dress with a cutout right in the midriff. And a bomber jacket that I think would go well with my black combat boots. “Why are you packing it?” Ethan quips, making me jump when he suddenly appears behind me. “Why not wear it now?”

she asked quietly. “Why not? I'm hungry already.” I yawned and dragged myself out of bed to the washroom. “Your outfit is set!” Beatrice half squeaked as she revealed the pink satin long overflowing gown embroidered in the chest with the best Pack ornaments. “It’s beautiful,” I muttered, “but I want something simpler.” “Simpler? Ah. A simple dress like the other one?” “No. Get my combat clothes. A pair of pants and a simple top would do.”