Surrounded by a never ending sea of white, satin and silk surrounding her in this overwhelming type of way that made her wish to run he fingers through the garments in a simple perusal of what it was all about. Marion had never gotten married in a white dress, it was something that not was done in her time,  not yet in vogue or the looked to custom. He dress had been a deep red with embroidery of silver and white, an expressive, more practical thing that could have been worn on many an occasion.

It was nice, however, for her to see the joy in Rosalie's eyes as she tried on dresses - looking to her for approval once each garment was set entwining her figure. There had been no preferences so far by the human, no distinct dresses that stood out to her more than any other. Marion, for as much support as she gave, could not provide help on this matter as Rosalie continued to look exquisite in each gown she came out in, display it with a series of silly poses or pretty twirls.

Each showing turned Marion towards such sinful thoughts, such burning desires that made her want to snatch the girl up into her arms and disappear with her to greedily keep her all to herself. There was no doubt on Marion's part that Rosalie was the most beautiful creature she had ever met, no matter how much she did not understand the silly ritual of a white dress. 

The door to the changing room creaked open, the attendant helping out a flustered Rosalie as the girl shuffled from the room, the elderly lady holding the back of the dress as it was obviously slightly too big for the human.

Costume pearls were the thing that attracted her attention first and the way Rosalie eyed the things with a fond sort of smile. Her fingers went to her own ears, fingering the pearls that sat their still from a few short nights back at dinner - the sentimentality of that night demanding continued wear. The bodice top piece was separate from the rest of the dress, a form fitting silk with long sleeves that bubbled from the ill fit meant to hug Rosalie's torso. The skirt was made with long draping silk that that pooled around her on the floor. All this, of course, decorated with the faux pearls and tinkling little fake diamonds.

Marion stood from her seat, crossing the room quickly in a way that the heel of her shoes drowned out the sound of the rain from outside. She slid her fingers over the smooth fabric, feeling the material for what they claimed it to be before she began to pull and pinch in certain places - adjusting the dress in the places only a trained eye could see as she formed the necessary tweaks in her mind. She thought on the date and the time it would take to finish the dress and allow time for emergency changes, finding that the price would be more than Rosalie could afford as the dress was one of the few things her family had insisted they paid for, letting the Kings cover the rest of the cost.

She thought over it quickly, and the way that Rosalie seemed to glow in the gown, a radiant thing as she flushed under her inspection, her heart racing under her touch.

"The material of the bodice will need be adjusted and the sleeves tightened so that they fit. The skirt will require shortening in the front, leave the length on the back and a slimmer style, not so puffed," Marion announced, turning around Rosalie to eye the back, fingers rating on the girls shoulder blade resulting in a shiver that sent a pang through the vampire. "The stitching on the back will need to be changed to a sparkling silver, for a better taste, of course, and the costume pearls should be removed. I will provide the real thing if it is something you like, ma chère. If you may, add lace to the sleeves, a thin covering for the back of the hands, but not a glove.

"If this is all fine fine you, Rose?" She turned to the human, smiling at the awe that parted the girls lips and caused a twinkling in her eyes.

Rosalie nodded, gulping a little and peeked to the racks where her mother continued to search through the dresses that were more within their price range, things that made Marion want to wrinkle her nose in distaste. "It is fine,of course, but what of the price? I cannot pay such a thing."

"I would never expect your to. It will be a gift, of course. Consider it an early wedding present from myself," she waved in dismissal, ignoring the protest of the other girl as she directed the shopkeeper to ring up the charges with the addition of anything else that Rose wished for or required, adding on a large tip for survive and an enhanced completion speed.

"Marie! You cannot be serious! That's a heavy check, too much for you to give me," Rosalie cried, grabbing tight to her hand and giving a desperate tug. "How can you even afford it?"

"I have more money than I need, Rose, do not worry," Marion reassures, bringing he free hand to pat those of the human. "Pick out a veil and shoes to match. We still need to visit the jeweller for your pearls."

"You cannot expect me to accept mor from you?" Rosalie blurts, drawing the attention from her mother who slowly began to come their way.

"Yes, you must. It would be rude to deny a gift. Now hurry on and have your measurements taken so that we may continue with the rest of our day," the vampire urged, sending Rose to the pedestal for her to have a handful of women surround her with it's pins and tape measures.

How strange it was to have someone worry about her spending habits when she had never quite worried about them herself. The Dupuis knew they were filthy rich and that they were only getting richer over time. To have Rosalie be concerned was a nice change from what they were use to. Though perhaps it was only a consequence of the poor state of the economy and the depression that they were experiencing. Marion knew such things were only temporary, and if not, she could always just move again to some place more stable.

Rosalie's mother, a woman by the name of Claire, came to her side with a small pout, tapping her foot quite annoyingly in a sign of displeasure as she looked over her daughter and the dress she was being fitted for. The woman was a pleasant thing when she wasn't scheming one plot or another. No doubt she had already found a suitable dress within their price range that she was preparing to sell to her daughter.

"Rosalie is really a thing to envy, yes? It is such a pleasure to gift her with something worth her grace and beauty," Marino remarked rather strategically, purposely keeping her gaze away form that of the other woman. A power move, she knew, and keeping her as the one in command of the conversation. "The pearls to match the dress will really make the entire thing something extraordinaire. Don't you think it appropriate for every pretty girl to own nice pearls?"

She looked to the human woman then, a soft smile in place as she took in Claire's pursed lips. The woman was eyeing her cautiously, calculating as she tried to look for Marion's angle. She had no angle, and if she did the woman wouldn't tell, but it was still fun to see her attempt to search for something she would never get to find.

"Would this not be something that her husband ought to buy for her?" Claire asked as innocently as she could.

"Ah, but wouldn't it be much more of a display to enter a marriage with nice things already on your part? A much more. . . influential thing on gaining her even nicer things?"  Marion asked, knowing full well that it was the part that would persuade the woman. Because no matter how pleasant, most woman in society grabbed at money and influence no matter how - it was also a plus that she would not need to pay for the dress.

"She does look rather beautiful," Claire sighed, turning to her daughter and wiping a stray tear from her cheek. "Oh how her father will cry upon seeing her in that dress."

Marion chuckled softly. "Oh, I imagine even Royce will shed a tear or two."

Claire laughed, covering her mouth and turning away to hide tears as she worked to compose herself. Marion smiled, giving the woman the opportunity to collect herself as she made her way to Rosalie's side with a gentle smile. He little human was all flustered and frazzled from the attention, the glowing rose of her cheeks and quiver of her fingers was telling enough that Marion stepped in quickly, dismissing the ladies as she helped Rose down from the pedestal.

"Rose, sweetheart, why do you not go and changed so that you may catch your breath. It must be very stressful for you."

The blonde nodded, moving away but not before she dragged Marion along behind her into the room. The door closed with a click behind them, Rosalie leaning against it with a sigh as she covered her face and breathed deeply.

"I can't do this, I can't, I can't, it's too much," Rosalie sighed, voice quivering as she tried not to cry. "I don't know if I can marry him. Royce is wonderful, but, but . . ."

"What is the matter? What is wrong?" Marion asked, tentatively touching the other girls cheek.

"He is not you, he is not going to be you!" The girl gasped, pressing her cheek firmly into the vampires hand. "How is it that I can love two people at once when one is so, so . . ."

"Sinful? I will never be able to tell you the truth of right or wrong, ma chère, I can only tell you to do what you want, and if you want to marry Royce, then marry him," Marion breathes, pushing a strand of hair behind the girls ear. "Now go on and get changed, sweetheart. It will not help you to keep the dress on. I will wait outside for you, d'accords?"

"Wait, Marie," Rosalie said, pulling back the girl back away from the door and into her arms. Marion let her, allowing herself to fall into Rose's arms.

She looked at her, breathing softly with to take in the sweet scent that was distinctly Rosalie, letting the feeling cloud through her veins like some hallucinogenic drug that sparked through her veins. Careful, light presses of lips drove Marion's back into into the door with a noise that was audible only to her, a thumping of a heartbeat that was loud enough for them both.

Soft and tentative, hesitant in the way that Rose didn't want to get caught but still recklessly didn't care. Marion would never let them catch her so, would never let them hurt her as she never deserved to be hurt. She listened carefully, only pulling away when they were together too long, when questioned would start to be raised.

A push, a peppering of kisses over Rose's cheeks, leading down until she ended at the wildly beating pulse in her neck - pausing there only for a moment to feel the thrum that was resting there.

"Get changed, I will wait outside," she whispered, untangling herself slowly so that she was instantly missing the warmth of the other girl.

"Don't leave," Rosalie insists, watching her leave with a nervous smile.

"Of course, I would never," Marion smiled. "We still have so many things to do." 

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