"It's something I had for a while and I thought you would like it Would you wanna wear it ? It comes with gloves as well and shoes and I think it's about your size"
he says as he holds the dress in his hands waiting for her to take it.
"It's something from my mother but it's going to waist in my closet. Hold on I have something as well."
He moved in and grabbed an old english tuxedo out of the closet with monucle
"Thats from my father If you like we can both put it on on ourselves I might need some help with the jacket tho and if you like I can help you with the dress and the zipper ? "
He says as he takes her hand and lets it touch the dress more .
He looked back at her and smiled widely and was looking forward to see ember like that.
"Yeah I am It will suit you waay better then it would ever suit me " he joked as he then looked back at her " No seriously it's yours and you should try it out to see how it looks on your body"
He gave her a long warm smile as he started to look at the suit he took out for himself.
"I hope I will not look to silly " he joked again.
He removed his clothes as well and tried to wring himself in the suit that was a little tight for him since his father was more slender then he was.
He looked at her and around and looked at her helping her to put the gloves on.
He took a box with matching shoes and knelt in front of her took her up her leg and let the shoe slip on her feet.
He repeated it with her other feet as he then used her zipper to close her dress.
He couldn't fully see her since it was dark in the room.
"okay now Let's move inside in the light so we atleast can see ourselves."
He tried to get into the jacket but it was being a pain for him.
He fits in the jacket with her help and looks at her taking her arm in his like it was in the early days.
He arrived with her in his living room and stepped back to look at her .
"You look gorgeous babe absolutely stunning" Being really surprised the dress would have that effect on her it was like she changed while wearing it.
She smiled at his words. She still could not fathom anyone seeing her for more than what she was to Makzim and the others but she was happy he just might.
He looks at her and blushes when he saw her smile.
"You really look gorgeous in it I would like it to be yours as well"
He thinks she can use his closet for the time being till all this mess was over but a part in him was already hoping she would stay with him.
He went to the guest room and came back with a large mirror.
Looking in the mirror she didn't see herself. Not in any way. A complete stranger was staring back at her.
I...
She was crying it was all some illusion not the brutal reality she knew far too well the reality the still linger marks of Makzim's slap screamed back at her
Everything was in shambles mentally and in some sick strange sense she found herself almost wishing he was more like Makzim. Her world of use and abuse she understood all of this was too much.