Chapter 109 Fashion Show Part 1

Chapter 109 Fashion Show Part 1
Soraya

I lay on my bed, contemplating whether to tell Evander what I had just heard—what Sarah’s brother had told me—but how serious could it be? Our school was going on vacation very soon, and he wasn’t even a student here. He was just grieving, and that was what led him to say all those things. And I actually understood what grief could make people do, which was why I didn’t want to bother Evander with it.

I just wanted to forget about it, but at the back of my mind, it stayed there, refusing to go away. No matter what I did, it kept ringing over and over and over again.

I got out of the black dress I was wearing and got into something very comfortable, very simple. A lot of students hadn’t returned, and the school was quiet. I contemplated walking around, just taking in fresh air, but instead I walked straight to the library, picked up a book, and began reading.

I hadn’t checked the title at first, but the more I read, the more interestingly insane the book became. And immediately, I checked what the title of the book was—Hansel and Gretel.

I had actually heard about this book so many different times as a child, and I contemplated reading it, but I never really got to do it. And the more I immersed myself in the book, it felt like everything was coming to life—the characters. I didn’t know if it was my imagination that was actually doing it, but it felt beautiful, and I loved it.

It was actually my highlight when it came to reading—the fact that it was more like a movie to me, like the characters came out of the book, acting everything live for me to see.

I walked back to my room and picked up an empty journal Evander had given to me. Several times, I had told myself I would start writing. I loved to write, but whenever I picked up a pen and placed it to the paper, I could never come up with anything.

I wanted to write a story—something that future generations would read and feel as fascinated as I did whenever I opened a book—but nothing was coming to my head. I placed the pen on the paper for so long, but I couldn’t write anything tangible.

I closed the book.

I was so fucking hungry. I got off my bed and headed straight to the cafeteria. I took my meal, and everywhere was actually quiet. God, I enjoyed how silent the entire place was.

I pulled out my pen and brought out the book again, trying to write something, anything, but still nothing came.

Maybe it was just calling. Some people, I read, are called to be a lot of things. Maybe I wasn’t called to be a writer. I wasn’t good at anything, really. I had no wolf. Nothing special about me. And now even writing, something I loved, felt fucking difficult. I just wanted something that was mine.

I walked to Evander’s office. The only source of joy I had was him. And when I stepped in, he was already out of his chair, like he wanted to go out. Maybe he had some council meeting or something, and I really didn’t want to be a burden.

“Are you going out?” I asked.

He nodded. “Would you like to come?”

I was surprised. “Really?”

“I was actually coming to your room. I wanted to take you out for ice cream.”

He smiled.

“You really need to tell me what the obsession is behind ice cream, because we have ice cream in school and you’re not as obsessed with it as you are with the ones we get outside.”

“The difference is, school ice cream sucks, but the ice cream outside of school—it is just amazing.”

He shook his head. “It’s not that the school ice cream actually sucks. It’s the fact that you’ve had it so many times, you think it sucks.”

“Fact,” I said.

We walked to the car, hand in hand. I looked outside the window, realizing that Evander had actually passed our usual ice cream spot.

“Where the hell are you going? You’ve passed it,” I said, feeling really sad because he promised me ice cream.

“I know,” he said, “but I need us to pick up your dress quickly. Then when we are coming back, you will get your ice cream and you will enjoy it as much as you want.”

I turned to look at him, my jaw literally dropping. “Wait, you got me a dress?”

“Well,” he shrugged, “I got you dresses because I know you’ve been having difficulties trying to pick a dress, and I got different types, and I hoped maybe we can pick it out together.”

I hugged him so tightly.

“You’re choking me,” he said. “I need to concentrate on the road, if not, we are going to die.”

I sat back on my chair, feeling more excited than I had in a while because I had actually been having a hard time finding a perfect dress, and he had good fashion taste. And the fact that he decided to help me without me even asking goes far to show the kind of man Evander was.

The dresses were actually sent to the house.

“Which house?” I asked, because I had been to more than three of his houses in town here.

“The beach house.”

“Oh,” I replied.

He drove faster.

And the beach house was actually one of my favorites because there were a lot of staff there and it was close to the beach. I loved the water, and it was more lively than the rest of his houses.

When we got to the beach house, I got out of the car so fast, even before he was done parking. I ran inside. I couldn’t wait to see the kind of dresses he had picked for me because he knew my taste, and I was just so excited. It felt like my legs couldn’t stay in one place, and I needed to see what he had for me.

When I stepped into the living room, my jaw fell open again. There were racks and racks and racks of so many dresses—like tons of them.

Evander stood at the door, looking innocent.

“Wait,” I said, “you got me an entire boutique?”

“Baby,” he said, “I know I should have gotten you a little, but I couldn’t pick. Everything was beautiful, so I just paid.” He sounded so sad, but I was actually happy that I had thousands of choices. I ran to him and pulled him into a hug.

“I love you so much, and I love the dresses. Please don’t feel bad.” I pulled back, placing a long kiss on his lips.

“I love you more, princess,” he said calmly.

“But what exactly are we going to do with the rest of the dresses?” I just had to ask.

“You can keep them or donate them. It’s your choice, and they all belong to you.”

“Where in God’s name do you think I would keep dresses as much as this?”

“There’s more than enough space in the house here.”

“Evander, you know there is no way I would be able to wear everything. You need to return them and get your money.”

He smiled at me. “You know money isn’t the problem. Maybe we can donate them to people who need them. Or we can give it to your sister Bianca. I know she will love this amount of clothes.”

I glared at him so hard you would think my eyes were about to fall out of their sockets. I knew he was joking, but I hated when he brought Bianca into our conversations.

“I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding,” he said. “All right, I need you to start testing each of these dresses one after the other. Put on a show for me.”