store carried one-of-a-kind realm creations. Picking up the edge of a Fae-made masterpiece, Shae smiled when it changed from red to a shiny green material. Green was her favorite color and she was instantly in love with the softer-than-silk gown. It appeared see-through, but when she placed her hand inside the bodice, she realized it was an illusion of the fabric. She let it slide over her hand enjoying the luxurious feel.
“That would be stunning on you with your hair and eyes. Every female must own at least one Fae gown in her life,” Breslin enthused, walking over.
Shae looked up from the dress and saw that the princess had several hung over her arm. A tall, slender witch walked over at that moment and addressed Breslin, “Can I take those to a room for you, Highness?”
Breslin handed the garments over. “Aye, thank you, Nique. She’s the store owner,” Breslin explained after the female walked away. “Now, I think that dress would be perfect for you, but if you don’t like it, Nique has a wide variety of designers in stock.” Shae could swear that the Princess was genuinely excited to help pick her dress and she couldn’t help but be excited, too.
Shae looked at the dress again and her enthusiasm deflated when reality struck. “I could never afford anything like this. Hell, I don’t even know if my account is still open.”
“Your accounts are still there. I asked Zander,” Elsie replied as she walked up holding her own selection, clearly having heard their conversation. At least one thing in her life had remained, but even so, there was no way Shae was spending that much money on a dress. She had no idea when she would be working again and she refused to mooch off her parents for everything.
“What do you think of this dress?” The Queen continued, holding up a blue gown. Shae could see how close the Queen was with her sister-in-law because she wasn’t asking her sister or the other females. Speaking of, where were Cailyn, Jessie and Mack? She glanced around the store and saw them huddled around a rack on the other side of the store.
When Shae turned back, she saw that Breslin had taken the dress from Elsie’s hands and was holding it up in the light. The blue was the same color as Zander’s eyes, Shae realized, which was probably why the queen had picked it. “The color is perfect for your skin tone, but I think you should look for something strapless.”
Elsie rolled her eyes. “I’ve told you before that I can’t wear stuff like that. My boobs aren’t big enough.”
Breslin chuckled. “And, I’ve told you that you have to pick clothes that enhance your natural attributes, which are your long slender neck and your flawless skin.” Shae brought her hand up to her neck to cover her scars. These females must think she was hideously disfigured. One thing was certain, Shae’s days of wearing a strapless dress were long gone, as were the days of wearing her hair up.
More days than not, she would pull her long hair into a ponytail, but that was the last thing she wanted to do. She was glad her hair was so long she could bring it around the front and hide her neck. Anger spiked at the thought of never getting past what the demons had done to her. She would always wear the scars, the interior ones more grotesque than the exterior.
Breslin continued talking, momentarily diffusing Shae’s anger and diverting her attention. “Besides, you are no’ that small. In fact, I believe my brathair signed a proclamation that your breasts are perfect.” At that comment, they started to laugh, and Shae suddenly felt uncomfortable and out of place. She may have had more in common with these females at one time, but not anymore. She was no longer a simple vampire and it was becoming increasingly difficult to be around them and maintain her composure.
She glanced away and noticed Mack walking toward them. The dresses on the display rack she passed automatically changed to a style that would look fantastic with her hairstyle and inked arm. “That would look good on you,” Shae told Mack honestly.
Mack grimaced. “Do I really have to wear one of these?” she asked, holding up the black dress with an empire waist and cap sleeves. It was a sharp contrast to the t-shirt, jeans and combat boots she’d seen the female wear. Today’s shirt said ‘Please Cancel My