I am sitting in the big gay gelato shop, waiting for Abigail to come. It's only five minutes walk from our school.

After waiting for five minutes, she enters the shop.
"Whoo! This place smell so nice," she
expresses feeling the aura of the shop. I nod in agreement.  One can sense the delicious aroma of different flavours of gelato's.

"You know Ice cream is my first love," she says. "Yup! Mine too," I reply.
"How come you haven't order any ice cream?" She asks, shocked. "Um I was waiting for you to come," I say. She sighs.

"Okay so we are going for prom shopping, but after the ice cream," she demands. I nod.
"Yesterday I tried out all the best boutiques, but none of them was worth going" I sigh.

"Don't worry, You don't know who I am; I am the Shopping Bee.I can smell good boutiques," she smirks. I chuckle. "Yeah sure."

After we finish our ice creams we head out of the parlour.
"So where are we going?" I ask.
"You just keep your mouth shut and let me drive." She commands pulling her red mustang out of the parking lot. Typical. Abby.

She drives the car uptown and stop in front of old destroyed market, with narrow lanes between them. "Where are we?" I ask. The place is wierd. I am getting strong intutions that something is wrong.

"Remember the flood that occurred back in 1919?" She asks.
"Yeah the Great Molasses flood, that caused nearly twenty one deaths." She nods. "The market you are looking at, was known as The Massachusetts Grand Market, it was a fashion hub back then. You know people from all over the country used to come here. It was a mini Milan." She informs looking at the market which was now wrecked.

"Wow," I sigh. No one can say it used to be a famous market back in 1919.
"So what happened to it?" I ask.
"The floods destroyed them, everything got destroyed. People tried to reconstruct it, but failed. People moved out of this area, this market was ruined." She sighed. I am amazed. I have been living in Boston since years but still other people know more about it than me.

"So why are we here?" I ask. The place smells like rotten wood. Its hard to breath. "Follow me," she orders walking into the narrow lane. She stops in front of a small wooden hut.

There is a small wooden board outside the hut. Which reads Monique boutique. We enter the the hut which I guess once was a boutique. There is a long norrow corridor with two doors in each side, locked. We walk down the aisle which leads us to an aluminium door.  Its all dark here, the only light you can see is through the hut door on the other end of the corridor, from where we entered.

This looks like the perfect hiding place for a mafia or an underworld don. She knocks the aluminiam door a couple of time. "Who?" A heavy voice asks from the other side. "Dog through the tunnel," she replies. What? Did I hear it right?

I knew from the begining something is fishy. I should have never trusted Abby. Is she planning to kill me? Huh.
Dog throught the tunnel, is that a kind of secret messege which means I am here and it's time to lay forward the plan of killing me. I shake my head shrugging off the witty thoughts.

The door creak opens, the bright light coming out of it make us squint our eyes. The scenery before me is quite opposite to what I expected. It looks like a huge wholesaler store. Never judge a book by it's cover.

There are people working here and there. Some lifiting boxes other with notepads and pencils in hand. Beautiful dresses hanging all around. Abigail walk inside and head towards a lady in black formal attire. She has jet black hair and olive skin, green narrow eyes and sharp features. The lady looks in her early forties.

"Abigail!" The lady exclaims in surprise pulling Abby into a bear hug.
"Oh dear nice to see you," the lady says. Abby look towards me waving me to come there. I nod and walk towards them.

"Monique, meet Blake she is Cruz's friend and now mine too," Abby introduces me to the lady who I guess is named Monique. "Oh! That naughty boy must have grown up into a mature man now," Monique chuckles referring Cruz.

"Blake she is Monique Marić," she smiles. My jaw drops. "YOU ARE MONIQUE MARIĆ?" I ask, amazed. She nods smiling. "OH MY JESUS! you are that Famous-European-Designer?" I ask. There was a point of time when all the great brands were after her designs but she rejected all of them. I mean all of them.

"Yes I am the Famous-European-Disegner," she smiles nodding.
"Oh sorry, I just couldn't control myself, sorry again for over reacting."
"It's okay dear," she smiles. I am already loving this lady. How can someone be so calm?

"Why are you here? I mean this place looks old." I ask.
"This used to be her great grand mothers store but after the flood her family moved to Canada. Now she uses this place as her own secret boutique." Abby answers it for me.

"But why this place?" I frown. I am seriously dumb.
"Oh dear! My great grandmother was an amazing artist. Her designs were fabulous. You know I still use some of her designs in my dresses. I came back here to give her a tribute and I changed her boutique into mine, now I secretly work here. And believe me its so peaceful working here. The ideas you get in this room are beyond amazing. I just told you the secret of my designs, no one knows about this place except the people working here and you both." Monique chuckles. I nod.

"Excuse me kids, I will be back in a minute, wait for me in the office" Monique says and walks away.
Wow! I just can't believe my eyes I just met Monique Marić.
"Psst! how do you know her?" I ask confused. "That's a long story, lets save it for the next time." I nod following her into the office.

The office is simple but beautiful. There is a mannequin in one corner and a desk with a chair in the middle of the room and couch. The room has every item a designer would need. There is a small refrigerator in one corner. Abby walks to the fridge and takes out two small bottles of water. She passes me one and opens the other sipping down the water.

Definately Abigail and Monique share a strong bond. Soon Monique enters the office. "So yes, how can I help you kids?"she asks.
"Monique, me and Blake are looking for a good Prom dress" Abby answers.
"Kids you are in the right place," she smiles ringing the bell placed on her desk.

Soon a man comes in. "Daniel, get the latest collection of prom dresses." She orders the man. "Uhm! Please bring the one which are quite cheap," I intrude, the three pair of eyes fall on me. What? Did I say something wrong? Of course dresses by the world known designer Monique Marić would be costly as hell. In no way I can offord her dresses.

Suddenly Monique and Abigail burst into tears. "Oh god Blake! Don't worry" Abigail laughs. "Wh-hut?" I slutter confused by their sudden reaction. "Daniel go get the dresses," Monique tells him as he leaves the office. "Dear, don't worry about the price. I am not going to charge anything from you kids," she smiles

"But I can't take it for free," I say.
"Dear, take it as a gift from my side."
"But-", "No But- If's" Monique states.
How can she gift an expensive dress to a person she barely knows?
"But you don't know me" I say.

"But I know Abigail, right?" She chuckles. Abby nods. "Blake, you can pay how much you want to," Abby says. I nod. "Alright." I smile finally satisfied. All three of us share a smile.

Soon Daniel re-enters with a huge collection of dresses. The dresses are hanged beautifully. All are sorted according to their color and size.
"Let me just take your measurements," Monique walk towards me carrying the measuring tape.

After taking my measure she go through some of the dresses. "Alright, so according to your measurements and skin tone the colors which suits you the best are sapphire, midnight blue and cream" she thinks. Typical designer. "Well of course black and white looks gorgeous on everyone."

"Ummm.. try that collection," she points towards a section of beautiful gown and dresses. I nod walking towards the dresses.

All of them a freaking gorgeous. They are darker shades of blue and red. Some are white and cream too. I see Momique now helping Abigail with her dress. Which one should I choose? They all are freaking awesome.

I pick up a beautiful white gown with blue flowes covering the top of it. It is simply beautiful. I head towards the try room and change into the beautiful gown.
"How is this?" I ask unlocking the door and coming out.

"It's beautiful, but.. no" Monique says.
"Try something else," she suggests. I change back into my normal clothes and go through the dresses again.
"Where is Abby?" I ask. "She is trying a dress." Monique answers.

"Wow!" I hear Monique say. I turn my head back to see Abby who just entered back in the room. She looks beautiful in the strapless, wine coloured dress of semi-embroidered fabric accentuated her thin waist, hugged her hips, and flared out a bit. 

Her hazel eyes and hair with red streaks flattering the beautiful wine coloured gown.
"Perfect," I mouth. She can make thousands of mouths drool over.
"Thanks Monique and Blake" she chuckles. We both nod, smiling.

"Monique, please help me too." I request. "Sure dear," she smiles, looking through the dresses.
She passes me few dresses and I nod going back into the try room.

I come out of the try room for the third time. She examines my dress before finally nodding. "These dresses are beautiful but there is something missing. There is something not satisfying." She sighs.

"Wait! I think I have a perfect dress for you." Monique says leaving the office. I look at Abby, confused. She gives me a reassuring nod. Soon Monique comes back with a covered gown.

She carefully unzips the cover revealing a Strapless Brush-Train Sheath Mermaid Lace Gown With Keyhole Back. It is absolutely gorgeous. I carefully pick the dress and head straight into the try room.

The flowers which traced around the edge of the midnight blueness of the dress, went on and on, growing over the waist line hugging my curves.

They both look at me wide eyed as I slowly unlock the door revealing the beautiful gown I am wearing. I subconsciously look at them studying their expression.

"Blake you look like Cinderella or should I say Princess Aurora." Abigail chuckles. "Shut up," I say rolling my eyes. Finally I found a dress. "I knew that this dress is made for you," Monique winks. "Thankyou," I mouth.

"Girl, I bet Cruz will drool over you." Blood rushes towards my cheek with the mention of Cruz. "Look someone is blushing," both the ladies start giggling. "Okay, I will buy this dress," I say still blushing.

After I pay for my dress we finally say our good bye to Monique and leave. "Blake how is Monique?" Abigail asks as we both hop into the car.
"To be honest, she is an amazing women. It's still hard to believe I met The-Monique-Marić" I answer. She chuckles at my reply.

"I know right she is a wonderful person. Okay let me tell you something, she is my Aunt." She casually says. I look at her, completely shocked. "Seriously?" I ask, she nods.

"My mom and Monique were sisters, after my mom's death she was a constant source of support. She is just like another mother to me," Abby smiles hiding the pain in her eyes.

"Sorry," I whisper. "Ah! It's okay," she chuckles. She is so brave. Cruz told me that Abby's dad, his uncle married another women but he never revealed that her mother is dead. I feel so bad for her.

"What time is it?" She asks me trying to cut off the tension in the car. "Its quarter past six," I say glancing at my watch.

Ding! I slide out my mobile out of my pocket to read the message. It's from Cruz. Now what does he want?

"Seven, remember? X"  I read the message.

Oh shit! I have to meet Cruz at seven.
"Abigail, could you please drive a little faster?" I request, she nods raising the speed of the vehicle.
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After fifteen minutes Abby finally drops me. I run back into my room and change into some comfortable clothes. Today was a tiring. Suddenly my phone beeps again.

"Fifteen minutes left xoxo"  it's a reminder message from Cruz.

"Where I have to come?" I type down.

"I will send Abby to pick you up :)" he replies.

"I am not a baby that everytime you have to send Abby to pick me up, just text me the address."

"9x-7i > 3(3x-7u) , solve it yourself baby ;)"

"Its easy:
9x-7i > 3(3x-7u)
= 9x - 7i < 9x - 21u 
= -7i < -21u 
= i <3 u... what kind of address is this?" I reply.

"Baby, I know you love me xoxo, see you in half an hour." he replies.

Ohh shit! How could I not figure it out. Darn, he just pranked me.

Ugh! I hate that I love him. He is so annoying. I wait for another fifteen minutes before the door bell rings. It must be Abby. Lets see now what Cruz wants.....
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