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Skylar

It's only eleven o'clock, but I head into the walk-in closet, curiosity finally getting the better of me. I want to see the dresses Dmitri picked out. For me. For this occasion.

I open the cupboard to find five dresses and five pairs of shoes neatly arranged next to each other. Off the bat, the first thing I notice is no bling. There is no sequin or glitter in sight. Thank the pope. I don't like bling things. Anything that brings unnecessary attention to me is a no-go. I give Dmitri a mental pat on the back. The second thing I notice is that none of these dresses are poofy at the bottom. Dmitri is winning in my book so far.

I pull the first one out. It's a gorgeous, floor-length, dark navy-blue satin dress. It has a lace bodice, separated by a three-inch satin band circling the waist, before the dress peters off in waves to the floor. The two-inch straps narrow down the chest, meeting at a V at the band. It was nice, but I wasn't sure if I had the cleavage for this dress. My bust size was on the smaller side of a C.

I put the dress back and pull out the second one. I immediately don't like it. The color, design, and material are all perfect, but it has a sweetheart neckline. Something I vehemently detest, so this goes back in without another look. He tried, I think, chuckling to myself. He would never have known.

Dress number three is not as good as dress number one, but it is still a contender. A wine-red halter-neck dress, the back floor-length, while the front tapered up into a U shape. A mixture of satin underneath and lace on top. The bodice wraps over, pushing the cleavage up and together. I wasn't sure about that, hence second on my list.

Dress number four, I don't really know. I would have to try it on to give an opinion. It is a black floor-length dress with a plunging neckline and two thin straps. The material is thin and figure-hugging, with two slits on the sides that reach mid-thigh, by the looks of it. It comes with elegant black gloves that reach just above the elbow. Seems very 1940s vibe. I don't think underwear is an option with this one. It is very sexy, very risque.

Dress number five is my favorite and suits my style to a T. It is a white bodice dress that reaches just above the knees, covered in white lace that extends to the floor and forms the sleeves. It strikes me as a dress I might consider getting married in; it's so beautiful. It's like a bohemian wedding dress.

Not bad on Dmitri's part, considering we've only known each other for a couple of days. He is very observant, which makes me wonder what else he sees about me besides my dress style.

My mind wanders to Elanor and what she is like compared to me. I shove those thoughts aside as jealousy bubbles to the surface as a companion to those thoughts.

I head back to the lounge, plopping down on the sofa. That has at least crushed an hour of my time, and I'm feeling hungry. I call room service and order whatever vegetarian option they have on the menu. The room service clerk asks whether there is anything specific I would like, even if it is not on the menu, and says that, as guests of honor, we could have whatever we want. The guy on the other side of the line, who sounds like he has a huge carrot up his arse, went into a coughing fit when I asked for a vegetarian pizza. I'm guessing that, based on the snacks served last night, this place isn't accustomed to churning out something as mundane as pizza.

Half an hour later, I hear a knock on the door. Must be room service, I think excitedly, my stomach grumbling.

I throw the door open to be met with what can only be described as a goddess. The woman in front of me is wearing a beautiful smile set in a heart-shaped face, with two piercing blue eyes staring back at me, and luscious red lips offset against white teeth. Her skin is milky white, rivaling porcelain.

Her hair is brown, which might be mundane. Nope. Not on her. It reaches her waist and tumbles in voluminous, shiny waves down her back. She is wearing a plain yellow sundress with a sweetheart neckline and bodice, which pushes her cleavage up and together, with an ample amount on display. The dress stops above her knees, leaving stunning, long legs on display. Matching yellow strappy high heels and a little beige clutch bag finish this ensemble. Her fingers and toes are perfectly manicured, along with every other inch of her, I observe. I must be gawking as she chuckles.

"You must be Sky," she sings, her voice sweet and melodic.

"Ah, yes?" I say, confused as I blush beetroot red. "And you are...?"

"I'm Elanor. Dmitri thought you might want some company," the goddess in front of me says sweetly, no malice in her words.

I must look dumbfounded as her smile falters slightly, and she asks, "Are you okay? Can I come in, or is now not a good time?"

I regain my composure. "Um, no, sorry, I was just having a moment. You surprised me, that's all. I wasn't expecting anyone, except for room service," I ramble on, plastering a small smile on my face.

"Please, come in," I move out of the way and gesture into the room. She glides in, making her way to the couch, where she elegantly perches herself on the edge.

As I'm about to close the door, a trolley appears in front of me, pushed by the same young man from this morning.

"Excellent, thank you. You can just leave it here," I say, pointing to a spot just inside the door.

He mumbles a quick "pleasure" before darting back in the direction he came from, eyes never meeting mine. Strange. He was smiling at me this morning.

I make my way to the couch opposite where Elanor is perched.

"You can eat if you want. I can hear your stomach rumbling." She chuckles. Great, her hearing is as good as Dmitri's.

"Do you want some?" I ask as I get up to retrieve a slice of pizza before taking a bite. It might just be the best pizza I have ever eaten. She shakes her head.

"Dear lord above, this is delicious," I take another bite as I make my way back to the couch opposite Elanor's.

"You are adorable," she says, the smile never leaving her face.

"When Dmitri ditched me at the last minute, claiming an emergency had come up and he needed to bring someone else along, I was intrigued as to who was taking my place." She feigns sadness before laughing as I nearly choke on the bite of pizza in my mouth.

"He is just helping me," I say quickly, recovering. "I think I'm more of a burden and an inconvenience than anything else."

I didn't want her to think there was more between us than there actually was. He certainly had indicated nothing to the contrary, and at this point, my emotions seemed one-sided. And looking at Elanor, there was no competition.

"I doubt that. Dmitri isn't one to frivolously bring someone he barely knows, let alone a human, to such a prestigious event like this one. Especially as the guest of honor, with all the representatives of the supernatural races present. Your name will be circulated far and wide, and people will speculate as to your relationship. He usually never deals with humans directly if he can help it. So, there must be something else," she says, her head quirking to the side as she observes me.

"You smell like him." I blush furiously at her words, remembering the semen that seemed to have left his scent lingering on my stomach, long after the shower I took.

She laughs. "Maybe it's because you're so innocent."

"I'm so sorry," I say, "I didn't know Dmitri had a girlfriend."

I'm cut off as Elanor erupts into a full-on laugh. "Sweetie, we're not in a relationship. Dmitri doesn't do relationships. He doesn't share his feelings or display affection in public or in private. I accompany him to events, and we help each other fulfill certain...needs, but beyond that, there is nothing between us," she says, a sadness crossing her features as the last words are spoken. She recovers quickly, making me wonder if I was mistaken. 

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