Mage's Choice (Familiar with the Warlock #2) - Viola Grace Page 0,14
elegance. Every bit of her was draped or swathed in silk. She looked like she was going to the funeral of her sugar daddy.
“My companion needs a full wardrobe, office to ballroom.” Kelnen smiled.
Krys hissed. “I don’t need a new wardrobe.”
The woman paused and blinked. “Oh. I see. Yes, of course. Miss, please, come this way.”
Krys looked at Kelnen. “This is really not how I want to spend the next few hours.”
He cupped her chin and kissed her. His eyes glowed when he raised his head. “Please, for us?”
She narrowed her eyes and rubbed her thumb along his lower lip. “You don’t play fair.”
“As long as I am still in the game, I am happy. Now, go and play dress-up.”
She turned to the woman and met her embarrassed gaze. “Okay, so let’s get this over with.”
The woman nodded, and Krys followed her into the shop. As they got into the rear of the building, the woman said, “I don’t know how familiar you are with magic, but that is how we create all of the clothing here.”
Krys chuckled. “I have had a few days’ experience with it.”
“Days?” The woman snorted. “I see. Well, the fabric will reflect your power level. It will still look good but not as good as it would look on someone like me.”
The snub was rather funny. “Oh well. I will just have to make do with what I get. I can always wear my other clothing.”
“If Master Danforth will allow it.” The saleswoman smiled with an angelic expression.
“He will accept my decision, or he will help me find something else. I am not really worried about it.” She shrugged it off.
The saleswoman blinked. “You think he will stay with you, even if you embarrass him?”
Krys nodded. “Pretty sure. I have leverage.”
“You are blackmailing him?”
Kelnen’s voice sounded from behind them. “No, she is doing this as a favour to me.”
The saleswoman flinched. “Master Danforth, I thought you would wait in the lounge.”
“I cannot stand to be away from my mate, and since this is my idea, I felt I should be a part of it.” He walked up to Krys and put his arms around her. “So, Sissian, would you get the design books and measure her?”
Sissian jerked. “The designs won’t come to life on her.”
“That is our issue. Please proceed, or I will call management.”
Sissian blinked and swallowed. She produced a tape measure and cleared her throat. “I will need to take her measurements, Master Danforth.”
He nodded and backed away. “Please proceed.”
Krys was measured quickly and efficiently. It was amusing as a pad and paper floated behind Sissian and made notes as she spoke. Her wrists, ankles, feet, and neck were also recorded individually.
“I will get the design books. Please, sit and have some tea.” Sissian smiled tightly and waved to the seats behind them. The tea service appeared on the low table.
Kelnen had a seat and poured two cups of tea. “There. The worst is over. Now you just need to point at the outfits you like, and they will be delivered in a few days.”
“Seriously, no endlessly trying things on?”
“No. All we will need to do is either come in and select a new outfit or call it in.”
“Wow. That’s amazing. I hate shopping.”
He laughed. “I know. You are a very no-nonsense woman. It is one of the things that I love about you. It is why we followed you across the universe through time itself.”
Sissian returned at that moment with her arms loaded with books. “She is the one?”
Krys shrugged. “I am afraid so. Sorry about that. I can tell you had a vested interest.”
Sissian blushed. “Right. I am sorry, Mistress. I did not mean to be rude.”
“Oh, you meant it, but that is fine. So, what do we have for boring office clothes?”
Kelnen sighed, and Sissian smiled slightly. She took the second book from the top, and they began to go through images of women in office attire.
She pointed out the tops that she liked, the skirts, and even the grade of stockings. Shoes were chosen based on their heel height and the point of their toe. She hated deadly toes. She always tripped.
Sissian smiled. “Now for the evening gowns.”
Krys looked to Kelnen, “Why do I need that?”
“I need to attend events and meetings and wish you to be at my side. That requires a certain wardrobe.” He shrugged. “The beings here have their protocols, and I have attempted to adhere to them.”
She sighed and gestured for the new book. Sissian