Ruby

"Are you coming or not?"

"Ha, of course, I will come"

I followed him inside the mansion from garden, just behind him in his foot steps. Suddenly he stopped and I bumped into him.

"Oops,, I  am sorry.. really... "
"Sorry,  I don't saw..."

We both said same time, with embarrassment. He immediately moved a step away looking here and there. I was blushing, lowering my head.

He cleared his voice to get my attention. I looked at him.

"Your room was the second one in the first floor of left wing, the maid will shift your luggage, if there is any."

"Why?" I questionend though it is not necessary.

"The room you were staying was for temporary guests and it may not be comfortable for you."

"Its ok, no problem."

"I have problem." he said nonchalantly.

I frowned. He continued, "It was in another wing, its gonna be difficult to call you for anything, it was far from dining room, and... arghhhhh, I am saying you to live in that room that's it."

I was mused because of his reaction. He sighed and said, "Now, we are leaving, do you have any more complaints?"

I nodded in no.

We headed in his car. He stopped at a costly boutique in a rich atmosphere. He was out of the car, by the time I realized, was opening the car door giving me hand. Such a gentleman. But my insecurities were making me hell nervous.

"What about this? This colour will match her skin tone.", said the sales girls showing a big navy blue ball gown.

"Nope, show me in dark maroon or emerald green," Vinsy was interested in my shopping more than myself. Because I am busy in admiring the place around here. There were everything a girl needed, nope, a princess needed.  For an ordinary girl like me, I will need just a pair of jeans with a matching T. That's enough to go anywhere.

But, here it seemed to be like people were more interested in showing themselves rich and beautiful than happy and living. I am not saying it was a bad thing but just I don't know or experience what they have.

"Hey, try this once, " Vinsy handed me a which was double the weight of me.

I looked at him mused, "No, this was heavy, why dont you select a simple one??"

"Because, we are going to party but not to park. " saying that he dismissed me.

Not knowing what to do, I went to trail room. But, this dress was really heavy and needs someone's assistance to tie the threads of the back. I was so shy to call anyone. The worker who showed me dress knocked the door, "Mam, I think you'd need help to fix the dress, shall I come inside."

Arghhhhh!! I never changed my dress in front of anyone. But, now my opinions don't matter. So, I let her in. She helped me to fix the dress. The dress was an emerald green ball gown with sweet heart neck not so deep to make me uncomfortable but what was bothering me was the back of the gown. The design was showing my bare back till waist with threads in zigzag manner covering minimally. I never wore any clothes that show my skin, because I am not confident about my figure and skin tone and of course I have so many other things occupied me than dressing up prettily. I checked myself in the mirror once and went out of the trail room to show myself in the dress he choosed for me.

I expected him to excite by the sight of me or at least his eyes would twinkle like in the movies. But nothing happened. Instead he said, "Good".  What good??!! Am I ranked the first in class or won running competition.

He asked the boutique worker to check any alterations to fit the dress to me. I got changed and handed the dress to her. He was talking to the boutique owner and designer, Miss Shami, while my eyes reached him. He looked as if I have called him, but averted his gaze back to the designer as it was nothing . The designer called the girl who helped me back in the trail room and instructed her something.

The worker came to me smiling and took to the parlour inside. Two other girls joined her.

Looking in the mirror I found someone beautiful who only slightly resembled me, the raw me, the wild me. She was seemed to be so elegant and graceful. I was mesmerized by the work of those three. I praised them for an hour. They were so happy to get the heart felt complements which they rarely get. The customers always treat them as servents but never appreciated their skills. According to them.

Whatever, we were unable to catch up for the lunch with his family because of the art, I am getting. We both ate there itself in the guest room while I was being myself and he was playing along with me, joking around.

It was evening. Vinson went to get ready, leaving me there saying he will escort me from here itself.

I was in the guest room, alone, looking at myself in the mirror.  I can't believe what I am seeing. If someone said, I will be this much beautiful or I can be changed into this look, one day back, I might have laughed at them on their face. But now, I am watching a well sophisticated lady in front of me, who was actually a coffee maker or even worse.

I am not happy with this new self, not because it was beautiful but it was artificial and it was something I don't own. If it was not because of him, I can never be like this. I won't be able to.

Money.  Money can make anything.....

I sighed. I checked my phone for sometime until Vinson barged in.
He was looking so handsome. His gelled up hair, neatly trimmed beard giving him more marks. He wore black n black tuxedo with an emerald bow complemating my gown. I lost myself drinking his beauty.

He also seemed to be affected by my final look, but soon recovered, "Shall we leave? "

To be continued.........

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