Free Web NovelChapter 185: A Perfect Fit III
My throat was dry, and even the hand Blaise had rested on the small of my waist had tightened its hold just the slightest.
Yet, Dahlia didn’t seem to notice any of it. She was too deliriously in her own little world of romance and was so high on the sweet words Damon spewed that she hadn’t even realized that they weren’t even meant for her.
She immediately squealed like a shy little teenage high schooler, burrowing her blushing face into Damon’s shoulder and rubbing her makeup all over his clothes. Blaise and I shared a look― it seemed like Damon had all sorts of ways to turn her into a lovesick fool rather than the warrior she was without him.
How tragic. freēwebnovel.com
"Oh, Damon!" Dahlia dramatically sighed, batting her eyelashes lovingly at him. "You do know exactly the sort of wondrous things to say to a woman!"
Then, she turned to me, pointing a perfectly manicured nail at my dress. The thousand-watt smile on her face was brighter than the sun. She looked utterly satisfied, and I could practically see the twinkling stars in her eyes. In comparison, Damon’s were as dark and listless as an endless void of death. It would be funny if it wasn’t so sad.
"This is it!" she declared. "Since this dress has such a raving review from everyone, I shall make this my wedding dress. Celise!"
The poor attendant jerked upright when her name was called. I didn’t need super sight to see the beads of sweat that had quickly gathered across her forehead, most likely as she dreaded to know what else Dahlia had in store for her.
"Yes, Miss Dahlia?" she asked, her voice shaky.
"Help me into the dress!" Dahlia barked. "I wish to try it on for myself and let my darling groom have a look."
Blaise, Damon, and I all shared a look, our faces wearing matching expressions which Dahlia, thankfully, failed to notice. Who knew how long she might take to try yet another dress on? Or worse, if she did and Damon failed to express the same amount of sheer joy, Dahlia might finally see past her rose-tinted glasses and put two and two together.
"Of course, Miss Dahlia―"
"But Dahlia, I don’t think it would be such a good idea!" I said, swiftly cutting into Celise’s sentence before she could make her way over.
"Why not?" Dahlia asked, placing her hand on her hips. She raised an eyebrow and squinted her eyes, her gaze turning inquisitive and suspicious. Her eyes ran up and down my body, and when they finally returned to my face, there was a subtle sneer that she wasn’t afraid to show. "Don’t tell me you can’t bear to part with the dress?"
"Oh, no, that’s not it!" I quickly denied it. "It’s a beautiful dress but it’s not mine to keep. I know that very well."
Dahlia huffed, rolling her eyes as she folded her arms across her chest.
"At least you’re self-aware," she said.
As she spoke, I felt two bolts of anger run through me. They weren’t mine, definitely. Judging by the matching stiff posture and darkened expressions, the twins did not like whatever Dahlia had just thrown at me. Yet, ironic as it was, I maintained a fair smile.
At least one of us would need to fight for our freedom. I definitely did not wish to spend the entire rest of my day here in this room with her, trying on a seemingly endless supply of wedding dresses.
"What is it, then? Why can’t I try the gown on?" Dahlia sharply asked. "If it’s such a wonderful dress, surely my love would wish to see me in it."
Ever so affectionately, Dahlia smiled down at Damon. While she wasn’t looking, I shot a smile in Damon’s direction.
’Smile,’ I mouthed through gritted teeth, and from my peripheral vision, I could see Blaise frantically nodding as well.
Thankfully, the blockhead of an alpha pulled off a dashing grin right as Dahlia looked at him. She instantly melted into his hold, completely at the mercy of his charms.
"Such a shame," he said. His praises then left his lips like a steady stream of honey. "You would be nothing less than a vision in it."
Damon truly was a master at lying with a straight face. While Dahlia would surely be a beauty even if she wore a trash bag, I knew for a fact that Damon was only growing increasingly disgusted by her with every passing second. His feelings were so strong that they were quickly overlapping mine, to a point where I found it difficult to maintain a fair expression.
"Ah, but you see, it’s customary for the bride to keep the wedding dress hidden from the groom’s sight until she walks down the aisle," I said. "I know it’s practically the same dress, but Dahlia, you would fit the curves of this gown much better than I can. It would look like an entirely different outfit on you. Wouldn’t you want Damon to be dumbstruck by your beauty when he sees you in this wedding dress for the first time?" freewebnσvel.cøm
Blaise slowly turned his attention to me, his eyebrows shot up high towards his hairline. On the couch, Damon wore a matching expression while Dahlia seemed deep in thought.
I continued, "Where would the surprise be if he got to see the preview before the big day? Just imagine how wonderful the photos would turn out when he sees you walking towards him in this dress!"
That seemed to seal the deal. Dahlia was quickly convinced, clapping her hands together in delight as she nodded in understanding.
"Fair point!" she exclaimed. "I see you’re truly an expert when it comes to weddings. I have truly made a smart choice in having you as the maid of honor."
I didn’t wish to say that it actually wasn’t her idea but her father’s. In fact, Dahlia had been rather reluctant to put me in this position beforehand― not that I wanted this at all. However, to save us all a couple of hours, I merely smiled serenely at her, gesturing to the curtains.
"How about I get changed first?" I said. "That way, we can send this dress off to see if there are any alterations that have to be made for it to fit your body like a glove. Only the best for the bride, yes?"
"Obviously," Dahlia said, flicking her hair behind her shoulder. "I’ll get changed in a separate room, then. Come, Celise. Help me get out of this gown. You too, Damon!"
With that said, Dahlia quickly dragged everyone else from the room before slamming the door shut, leaving Blaise behind to help me out of the dress.
"If flattery had an Olympics, you would win gold for sure," Blaise whispered under his breath once Dahlia had dragged Damon off to Goddess-knows-where.
"Thanks," I said. "Though I would credit it to my will to live. Don’t forget, Damon is a strong competitor too."
Blaise winced. "Poor Damon," he said as he helped me get out of the heavy gown. "I don’t think he has much of that left."
"I wouldn’t either," I replied. "I can only hope that this will all be worth it once it’s over and that she has no other special tasks in mind for me."
Of course, life wasn’t that easy.
