"Adrian, he-" I gulped, trying to hold in another sob. I was hyperventilating; trying desperately to calm down. "Shh, breathe: It's okay. What about Adrian?" René cooed gently, trying to help but hearing his name only brought more tears to my eyes. Minutes passed of me just breathing, the ragged gulps of air slowly slowing to a light panting. Light headed, dizzy, and overwhelmed I tried to get my thoughts straight. "He's not coming, h-he said he didn't want to see me. There w-was a girl there with him." The violet-eyed boy in front of me opened his mouth, understanding shining in his eyes, but nothing came out. Slowly his arms wrapped around me, holding me as more tears escaped my eyes.
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I could feel the tears sinking through the silk of my nightshirt but I didn't mind. It escaped my understand how anyone could put someone who cared about them so much through something like this. No longer caring that she'd woken me up with her sobs I tightened my embrace around her, feeling her entire body shake with each laborious breath. Then I noticed what she was wearing, or to be more accurate; not wearing. My fingers brushed along soft skin and as I looked at the pale surface of her back I saw that it was marred solely by faint stretch marks on her hips. Gently running my fingers up and down I could feel the cotton-based fabric of her bra but chose to disregard it. Having a girlfriend didn't take away my rule of always comforting a girl just because said girl was only in her underwear. As guilty as I felt, I knew I would feel worse if I just left her alone, and seeing as she was technically my fiancée it was my duty to make sure she was okay.
As I woke I slowly remembered the night's events. Turning, I saw a swollen-eyed Odessa curled up around an owl plushy. Frowning at what she was going through I looked over at the clock only to realize I was late for school. Rushing out of the room I quickly showered and changed into uniform before sprinting out to the car. "Ah, good morning. Thank you for readying the car so quickly." The driver nodded back, used to my antics by now. I had a feeling I wouldn't be bouncy today either.
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Standing in my underwear I looked over my reflection. Bags hung below my dull green eyes and my eyelids swollen and red. My gaze travelled down my reflection, from my messy streaked hair to my average sized breasts, then down my my stomach and thighs. Oh how I hated that particular area of my body. It wasn't because I was fat, in fact I was quite slim, but the stretch marks over my hips and the way the light reflected off the fine hairs on my stomach bothered me. There was also the cellulite, though not as bad as some girls, it was still there. Did she have scar-less features? Did she have a larger bust? Fuller curves? A warmer skin tone? What was so good about her that made her better than me?
Or was it the fact that I wouldn't sleep with him?
I heard a maid calling my name, her fractured French explaining that Yuzuru was on the phone. Walking down the stairs, my boots caused loud footsteps to bounce off the walls. "Bonjour?" Yuzuru, after telling me that he had called René, explained that there was to be a social event which I would be attending. "Am I going as René's fiancée or as an associate?" Nodding at his response I hung up and returned the phone to the maid. Holding up my hand, I stopped her from leaving immediately. "Where can I get a-" I was cut off from asking my question when René entered the foyer followed by the twins. "Ah here she is. Odessa, we're here to pick you up so you can choose a dress for tonight." Well, that answers that question. "Um, where from?" Luckily I knew enough English to ask that as the twins grinned smugly, "our mother is a fashion designer, don't you know?" Started Hikaru, while Kaoru finished with a "So you'll be picking from one of her designs!" Nodding slowly I ripped their hands off me when they tried to carry me away and walked calmly behind them. René seemed highly amused and started talking in loud Japanese with a victorious expression on his face. "Ne, Odessa-san, Tamaki is a creep isn't he? Acting as if you're a child." I shrugged in response to Kaoru's jibe while René vehemently denied the claim. "I don't really mind, Kaoru. It's different from how my family acts." He looked slightly taken aback at my statement and said something in Japanese causing Hikaru to freeze and René to walk into him. "You can tell us apart?" Nodding my head I smiled affectionately. Looking to René I silently asked him to translate as I wasn't sure how to say my response in English. "I have younger twin siblings, though not identical they can be quite hard to tell apart so I pay attention to detail." Hearing René say something in Japanese after every few words was strange, but better than embarrassing myself.
We piled into a limo and soon enough ended up at another mansion. Following the twins, I entered the foyer only to be swept off my feet by a couple of maids. Struggling the whole time I eventually escaped their clutches and glared angrily at them. "Don't fucking touch me," my Ukrainian burst from me. They may not have understand what I said, but it would seem having someone yell at you in Russian is rather intimidating. They allowed me to walk the rest of the way to what appeared to be a studio with a beautiful woman hard at work on a mannequin. She looked up, smiling and saying something I couldn't understand before motioning to a row of mannequins in dresses. They were all gorgeous. Scanning over them, I noted a couple that I liked; a black strapless cocktail dress with a split in the middle of it's sweetheart neckline, a silver spaghetti strapped cocktail dress with a strawberry pink skirt, and a strapless sky blue gown that gently brushed the ground with a sewn on ribbon under the bust and silver beading creating floral patterns across the bust and just below the ribbon. Noticing my interest, the twins' mother motioned for those three to be taken to a changing room.