SCARLETT'S POV:

My dad had decided to join us for dinner. After my embarrassing crying, Asher's mother guided me to a room for me to freshen up and get changed.

The room was luxurious like everything else in the Hell's household. This room was white though, and don't share the dark colours every other room seemed to have. There were no pictures, portraits or any sign that someone had stayed in this room.

The bed frame was silver while the cover was white with a silver pattern covering it. But it wasn't that what made me gasp, it was the dress on the bed. Whoever made up the phrase there is no such thing as perfect, was wrong, because this dress was the definition of perfect.

It was black on black, literally. The dress was made of a lack material with an even thinner veil of lace with an intricate pattern covering it. It had a slit on the side of the dress which looked like it started just before mid thigh. It was evident that it would show my chest a bit and it had no sleeves. This dress was made for a person with no flaws and no insecurities.

It was beautiful but I could never imagine myself wearing it. I didn't have enough front to show off, my arms looked too skinny in some positions and fat in others, and I would be so conscious that someone would be able to look under my dress because of the slit, I wouldn't be able to enjoy myself.

So the logical solution would be to just not wear it.

But my clothes stank of sweat and were creased. Or maybe, it was the fact that I wanted to impress Asher which made me change into the extravagant dress.

So in five minuets I had the dress on with the silver high heels which were with it. I would have had to rake my fingers through my hair to get the knots out and take it, but their were no knots and it was all thanks to the land of the Gold Blooded.

I had changed so much in the thew hours I had spent there. My hair was midnight black and silky with a shine to it in every angle my head went. It was smoother then before as well and it looked like it belonged in one of those hair dye adverts. My eyes hadn't changed much, apart from the fact that the purple seemed brighter. My usual olive skin was pale like Asher's, as if I had covered my face in the wrong colour foundation but with a more natural look to it.

For once in my life I could admit and say out loud that I looked beautiful. I smiled at my reflection and began to walk to the door. I didn't stumble as much as I thought I would in the sparkly high heels I wore, but took long strides elegantly. Was this really all thanks to my whereabouts?

Just as I was about to open the door a knock stopped Me. I opened the door anyway and came face to face with Thea.

She was wearing an aqua sparkly coloured dress which matched her curly hair. "Hi! I wanted to come help you with your makeup. Not that you need it, your complexion is purr-fect," – yes she did in deed purr like a cat – "and your skin flawless. But a bit of lipstick and eyeshadow never hurt anybody."

Without an invitation she walked into my room – not that it would of mattered, I would of invited her in any how.

"So, I'm thinking of giving you a smoky eye affect. And no fake eyelashes but some mascara, what do you think?" I look at the black stick in Thea's hand and decide that this device is more than capable to poke my eye out. I gulp.

***

Half an hour had passed and my makeup had been done. Thea was putting away her makeup supplies while I sat on an white leather and chair. "Where did you get all this stuff from, anyway? I mean, you didn't have this before – right?" Now I think of it, it would actually make sense for Thea carrying all that stuff around with her based on her appearance.

"Yeah, duh! I always carry my makeup kit in my bag in case of emergencies." She points to her vibrant eyelashes which had been covered in a bright blue mascara as well as been applied with fake green ones as well. It was an odd contrast, but it worked with Thea.

I laugh at her small outburst. "If you ever want to borrow some, just ask! After all, what are friends for—"

"Wait, we're friends?" I ask with my eyebrows raised. I'd always wondered what it would feel like to have someone to rely on and now I finally did.

Thea looked offended, "Well, duh! Sometimes I wonder if you're slow." I would have been offended too but I knew she was only joking. Plus I'd gotten used to Thea's honestness and I knew that she wasn't out to hurt anyone's feeling, but just spoke what was on her mind. The truth.

I smile at her. "Thanks."

She frowns at this. "For what?"

"Just because."

***

Me and Thea make our way to the dinning room. To be honest I couldn't remember where it was but apparently Thea did, or maybe she was just walking around randomly hoping for the best, I'm not sure which is the right answer.

Finally we made it to the smooth granite stairs. I remember this way when me and Thea had to carry Asher up here, if we walked all the way down we would come face to face with the dinning room.

Where Asher would be waiting.

I didn't know whether that was a bad thing or a good thing, but there was only one way to find out.

I take a deep breath and start walking down the stairs. There was no point in hesitating, I'd have to go down to eat eventually. And plus my dad was waiting.

I still hadn't fully forgiven my dad for him keeping secrets from me. I tried to think about it level-headedly, how he might of feeling and what he was thinking. I tried.

As I take in every extravagant piece of furniture and painting and object, I wonder if my dad found this as strange as I did. I wondered if he would find my appearance as different as I did. Would he say something? I don't know why I cared so much, maybe I was just distracting myself from what Asher would think and what he would say when he saw me in this dress looking like I did. Probably.

The distraction worked though, because before I knew I was already down the stairs, but instead being face to face with the dinning room, I was face to face with Asher.

There wasn't much difference. Both were just as beautiful and extravagant and special and priceless and stunning and breathtaking, as the other.

His mouth was open and his eyes widen, he was giving me something which seemed like a look of awe and... love.

"Wow, you look beautiful." Then his eyes go even wider and I see panic in them, "Not that you don't always look beautiful – you just look extra beautiful today. I'm mean, erm—"

I cut him off with a laugh of pure amusement. Asher thought I was beautiful and that thought alone seemed like the only important things.

Asher pulls a chair out for me. It looks heavy but it must not be for him. He picks it up and place it down like it was feather. Then he loves it closer to the table with me on it like it weighed nothing.

I hadn't noticed my dad at the dinning table, I had been too distracted by Asher to notice. He's smiling at me and I feel guilty for ever being mad at him. I return the smile and decide that I am no longer angry at my father.

"You two are just so cute!" A voice that belongs to Thea squealed behind me. I forgot about her presence as well. "Like old-married-couple-cute."

I blush.

"Oh, we're not together—" I say at the same time Asher says;

"Thanks."

I turn to him in shock but he just smiled at me and took a seat next to me.

Is that how Asher pictured us? Is that how Asher wants us? I couldn't help but want it too.

Asher father, Hayden, clears his throat. "Lets hold hands together in prayer."

My eyebrows raised. I had never been very religious and neither had my father and I was shocked Asher's family were, considering the fact Hayden was literally Satan.

Neither Thea or my father seemed shocked, so I joined hands like the rest of them.

"Dear Fate," – dear what? – "thank you for blessing us with food, warmth, shelter, friends, family and most importantly mates. Thank you Fate." Everyone repeated the last three words, except from me who was still trying to catch on.

Everyone started digging in the dishes in the middle of the table but I leaned in to whisper in Asher's ear. "What was all that?"

Asher looks at me strangely, winks and then a look of realisation crosses his perfect symmetrical features. "Oh. Right. Fate is basically like God here, he's the person who decides what happens to us – or sees, I'm not exactly sure."

"Wait, Fate is a he?!"

"Yep." He pops the 'p' at the end.

I shake my head. Of course Fate is a person. Nothing should surprise me now.

We eat in silence. The meat was like nothing I ever tasted, it had so many different flavours and was crispy on the outside but soft on the inside. Gooey, even. It was weird, but tasty all the same. I was on my last piece of meat when I voiced the question on my mind, "What meat is this? Is it pork?" I twirl the meat around on my fork. I asked my question to myself more than anyone else, but Asher's father answers.

"Oh, it's Goblin."

Goblin. Goblin.

My stomach twisted and bile rose in my throat. Goblin.

I stood quickly and ran out of the dinning room with no knowledge of where the toilet was. So I tossed the flowers out of the first vase I saw and threw up in it.

Word Count: 1763

Long chapter this time :) well, for me any way...

Q: What time is it where you live? (Not really a question about the chapter, but oh well ;) )

P.S. For those of you who don't know, a vase is is like a flower pot, which you keep inside with water in it to keep the plant alive. I'm not sure if you use a different word where ever who's reading this comes from so I just wanted to clarify it. You pronounce it either v-ay-s or v-a-z depending again where you're from.

P.P.S. Sorry for the crappy explanation ;)