Fallen (Fallen 1)

“We’re just going as friends. Nothing more,” I said.

“We should go pick out our dresses today. I meant to get mine months ago but didn’t have the time. I was going to have it custom made but I’ve waited much too long for that. I can only hope that we can find something lovely off the hanger.”

“I’m sure we will,” I said.

First we pulled into Dior where Diana scoffed at everything. Then we went to Louis Vuitton where she turned her nose up at everything. After three more stores I was getting irritated with her snobby attitude.

“Diana don’t you think you could be a little nicer,” I whispered when a saleslady disappeared yet again trying to find something that would suit Diana.

“Kylie if you don’t speak like a bitch to these people they never get anything done,” she said back. I just raised an eyebrow at her.

Finally she said, “We’ll have to go see if Christian has anything for us.”

“Who’s Christian?” I asked as we got in her car and started to leave the area of ritzy stores.

“He’s an amazing designer and a good friend. I helped him get his stuff out there and recognized. His warehouse isn’t too far away,” she said.

She pulled into what was obviously the warehouse parking lot. The building was concrete and gray, dirty in lots of places. It didn’t look like a place Diana would come to. She seemed to see the confusion etched on my face because she quickly explained.

“This is just his warehouse. His store is much nicer. This is where he keeps most of his designs that haven’t been released yet.”

I nodded.

We walked towards a metal door that wasn’t far away from where we had parked. Diana knocked on it twice.

A huge man opened the door taking up the whole entry. He had a buzz cut and a mean looking face. His muscles were huge. His skin was pure white and his eyes a pale silver. Vampire.

Diana was unfazed, “Hey, Cliff. I’m here to see Christian.”

“Of course,” He said in a deep base moving out of the way to let us enter. We followed him down the hallway which was full of boxes stacked to the ceiling. I was sure they were filled with clothes. He stopped in front of a door painted a fuchsia pink.

“Christian, you have guests,” He said knocking on the door. The door opened and a short man stood there. He had black hair with all the tips died a different color; spiked up in every direction. He wore white skinny jeans with sneakers. He had on designer shirt and blazer jacket. He also wore thick red framed glasses over silver eyes. He was a vampire too.

“Diana, what a pleasure,” He said giving her a hug. “And who is this lovely little minx,” He asked turning to me.

“Kylie,” I said holding out my hand. Instead of shaking it he pulled me into a hug. He let me go and turned back to Diana.

“So Ms. Diana what is it you need?”

“We need dresses for the Holiday dance.”

He put his finger to his mouth in deep thought. “I have the perfect dress for both of you but you first,” He said pointing at Diana. He disappeared down one of the many hallways full of boxes. He returned a minute later with gold fabric in his arms. He held it up in the air so we could see it better.

The dress was strapless and floor length that trailed behind on the floor a little. It was mermaid style with gold fabric shaped like scales. It was beautiful and I knew it would look amazing on Diana. He handed it to Diana along with a pair of strappy gold high heels. “And for you my dear,” he said to me as he disappeared yet again.

He reappeared a moment later and held up my dress. It wasn’t nearly as elegant as Diana’s had been but it was beautiful. It definitely suited me. It was floor length and strapless. The top was blue and silver sequins then there was a silver bow around it with a silver flower in the middle. The bottom of the dress was blue and silver tulle. It had a dressy feel to it without being stuffy. The silver fabric shimmered in the light.

“Wow,” was all I could say.

“Do you like it?” He asked.

“I love it,” I said taking it from him. He also handed me a pair of blue and silver sequined ballet flats.

Diana pulled out her wallet. “How much do I owe you Christian?”

“It’s on the house.”

“Are you sure?”