"Will I be able to at least pick out a wedding dress?" Mai asked once they were inside Kaiba's limo.
He grumbled at her question. "Why do you need a dress for? Only I and the priest will be there. It's not like there will be a large crowd." He didn't even look at her when he spoke, just stared emotionlessly out the window.
His reminder of their situation stung her. Ever since she was little, she had always imagined what her wedding day would be like. The ceremony would be in a big church and hundreds of guests would be there. She would be dolled up in a beautiful white gown designed by some famous fashion designer and her handsome groom would be in a tuxedo. And most of all…he would love her.
The limo halted at a red light and she was brought back to reality. A tear cascaded down her cheek as she accepted her reality will never parallel her dreams. 'Mai, stop it,' she scolded herself. 'You are acting like some spoiled brat who can't handle obstacles in her life. If you can't even get through this, then what good are you?'
The limo stopped in front of an unfamiliar store. "What are we doing here?" she asked curiously.
He frowned at her. "You said you wanted a dress."
A smile almost curved at the corners of her mouth, but she refrained from doing so. "You didn't have to take my words seriously…"
"Just hurry up," he snapped impatiently.
They got inside the store and Mai went to the rows of dresses all worn by the mannequins. She gasped as she spotted a chiffon strapless gown with beaded re-embroidered lace. It was simply beautiful. She looked at the price tag and her eyes widened. 'Whoa…I've worn expensive clothes before, but this is outrageous.'
"Try anything on. I own this store," Kaiba said behind her, as if he knew what she was thinking.
She smiled, trying to hide her excitement. A worker took the dress off the mannequin and handed it to her. She murmured, "thank you" and headed to the dressing room. A couple of minutes later she re-emerged from the room and noticed all eyes were on her. She even noticed Kaiba staring, his mouth slightly open but he quickly closed it.
"So…what do you think?" she asked, twirling around in her lavish gown.
"You look…" one of the workers started.
"…like you can lose some weight," finished Kaiba, smirking.
"I'm not fat," she whined with a pout. People have always told her she had a "full" figure that they would kill to have. And here this rich CEO is basically telling her she needed to call Jenny Craig.
"Compared to the Titanic," he commented, still smirking.
"You!" But he already walked out the door.
She was beautiful, he admitted that. When she came out from the dressing room, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped. The dress hugged her figure impeccably, accentuating her womanly curves. It was strapless, showing off her long neck and tanned skin. She was no short of perfect. But he quickly reminded himself beauty was only skin deep. And the most important feature, she lacked. In his mind, she was a typical gold digger. Probably spent most of her life looking for a rich man, marry him, divorce, and then take all his money and possessions. He was too smart to fall for that. That was why he rarely dated. In fact, he couldn't remember the last time he went out with a woman.
"You look…" a female employee began.
He couldn't resist. "…like you need to lose some weight." Of course, she was no where near fat, but when has he ever been nice to anybody?Beautiful girls weren't an exception.
He saw her pout and he grinned inwardly. Getting under people's skin was one of his many talents and he was proud of it.
"I'm not fat," she said indignantly.
She gave him another opening and again he couldn't resist a chance to put her down. "Compared to the Titanic." Before she could reply, he turned around and headed for the door. The last word he heard was an angry cry.
"You!" He couldn't help but smile at that.