I do not own kuroshitsuji.
Ch.1
Never allow someone to be your priority while allowing yourself to be their option.
-unknown
It was a few days after Valentines Day. The shop windows were still decorated with lace hearts and red ribbons. Flowers still littered the streets, some whole and others mere trampled stems. Dark, heavy clouds hung low over London and threatened rain. Elizabeth was not happy. Ciel had to go to town to check stock in one of the main stores. Apparently the money wasn't adding up compared to sales. Elizabeth had to tag along and their shopping trip was cut short. To make matters worse, Ciel hadn't bought her anything for the holiday.
Once in the store, Elizabeth found a chair to stew in. She would not take part in his buisness. Not that Ciel would allow her to anyway. He chatted with the clerks and then was whisked away to the storage room. Elizabeth sat for what felt like twenty minutes. Irritated, Elizabeth got up and walked around. The shop smelled like chocolate and perfume. Porcelain dolls, beautifully wrapped candies, and other toys and sweets packed the shelves. How could he own a store like this and not get her anything! She clenched her fists. It took everything in her power to not smash in the face of one of the dolls.
A bell over the door tinkled signaling the arrival of a customer. There were three girls around Elizabeth's age. They all had gorgeous hairstyles and freshly painted faces that probably took hours. Their dresses were spotless and decorated with silk, lace, and ribbons no doubt new and expensive. They looked at her for a second and approached. Elizabeth felt very dull next to them. Why were they all dressed up?
"Excuse me miss. Do you know if Ciel Phantomhive is here? We thought we saw him ride into town. This is his shop but we don't see him."
"Um... Why are you looking for Ciel?"
"I can't believe you don't know! He is one of the most eligible bachelors in town or at least he will be if he ever dumps that annoying girl of his."
"No Ciel is not here and I wouldn't tell you if he was! Why in the world would you ask me anyway?" Elizabeth crossed her arms.
"We're sorry miss. We didn't mean to offend you. I thought you worked here." The girl pouted.
"Why would you think I worked here?" Then Elizabeth remembered. She was not wearing makeup. Her hair was not curled but in a simple braid over her shoulder. Her dress was not decorated and only had a bow around her waist. Her shoes were flat and admittedly a little muddy. She had dressed her mood this morning, upset. It was not surprising that she looked like a shop girl to them.
These girls were asking for her fiancé... Her fiancé! and insulting her to her face. They didnt even realize it was her.
"Well listen here witch! Ciel is my fiancé and you have no business looking for him or courting him! I'd advise you to stay away from him or else." Elizabeth picked up the closest thing to throw. A box of chocolates.
"What are you gonna do? Eat us to death!" The group cackled and laughed.
Lizzie groaned and threw the chocolates. They nearly hit one of the girls and flew into a display. A dozen perfume bottles fell to the floor and shattered. The girls ran from the store screaming. Ciel, Sebastian and the clerk ran from the back. They looked from the damaged display to Lizzie and back again.
"Lizzie what happened?" Ciel questioned.
"I...I.."
"Please wait in the carriage Elizabeth. I will be out in a second. Sebastian, clean this up please."
"Yes my lord."
Ciel never called her Elizabeth unless he was upset with her. How dare he send her away like a bad child. She scoffed and stormed out of the store leaving behind an angry Ciel and Sebastian cleaning up shards of glass.
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