Chapter 16
Walking Like A Lilly...

Amy sipped her drink, growling angrily at herself underneath her breath, "Who does that jerk think he is!?"

She slammed her drink down at the table, sighing. She has finally gotten an excuse to get out of that degrading home that she had to share with that 'buttfaced miscreant', even if it was for a short moment...

Ring... Ring...

... Which ends now.

"Hello?" she answered, sipping her drink once more. "Come home now; Mrs. League is here already." said the voice.

Sonic... Amy groaned, clapping her phone closed and arose from her seat, walking away from the coffee shop she was in, and sadly looked back; There goes the peace...

She wiped away her dramatic tears, heading home...

- - -

Sonic gasped, looking at the Instructor, Mrs. League with bewildered eyes, "W-What did you just say?!"

Mrs. League chuckled, "You heard me: Do you fancy the young lady?"

"....No WAY....! She's rude, a twit, clumsy, idiotic, my SLAVE, and nothing more!" he muttered, turning his face away in protest. Mrs. League sighed, arising from her seat, "Whatever you say... But I must say only one thing: Don't push her too far. She'll only fall... and probably into the arms of someone else--"

"Save your commentary. You're not getting paid for speaking about my personal life."

"Yes sir. I'm sorry."

Soon, the door was heard being opened, and with an instant, Amy entered the room, her chest heaving heavily from the long walk back, "I-I'm here..."

Sonic arose from his seat, smirking, "Finally!!! Took you long enough slow poke... Go get changed. You have work to do."

He passed her, patting her shoulder softly as he left; he stopped a moment, turning to her, "By the way... I have something you need to wear for today's lesson. Wear it: its on your bed."

He then walked away, leaving Amy with Mrs. League. Mrs. League chuckled once more, smiling, "My, my... He's either in denial or he's just dense."

"Huh? What are you talking about?" Amy asked, blinking confusingly.

Mrs. League shook her head, "Nothing, nothing! Just... get into the clothes."

Amy stared questionably, yet sighed, leaving to her room. After walking through the spiral stairs, she entered her room, only to see a glamorous bustier belted dress, colored in white and a pink belt. She looked at it, sparkles in her eyes, "T-This is cute!!!"

She held it within her hands and smiled to herself, slipping off her clothes and putting on the dress. After she was finished, she looked at her full-body mirror and smiled pleasantly to herself, posing in front of it daringly, "Mmm~ Don't I look hot?"

"You certainly do look 'hot'."

Mrs. League entered the room, standing beside her. "After you put on the shoes, make sure you do your hair curled. You are having dinner lesson tonight, and I must teach you the mannerisms of proper table conversations as well."

"Oh? But who am I have dinner with?" Amy mumbled, walking towards her jewelery box, grabbing some earrings and began to place one on her.

Mrs. League held her smile, walking over to her once more, "Sonic."

Amy paused, frozen: ... WHAT?

"WHAT!? Are you serious!?"

"Yes, Mrs. Rose."

"B-But-- WHY!? Why HIM!?"

"He has insisted."

... "He... insisted???"

"Yes, Mrs. Rose. Now hurry up: He is already ready. You have 1 hour."

She left the room, leaving Amy cold as stone.

Why does this guy like to make me feel MISERABLE???

DDDx

- - -

Amy groaned, finally finished with her make-up and stood up from her vanity seat, looking around herself in the mirror to make sure she's covered her every angle. She smiled, but then, she frowned, "... If only I was this pretty for someone else."

She looked over at her shoes, seeing that they were the glass shoes she's been trying to get back. She could easily take these and sneak away, never to come back to this horrible place... but she had a deal. And whether she likes it or not, a deal is a deal.

She headed downstairs, a bit proud of herself since her hair was curled, her make-up was just right, the dress was stunning, the shoes were comfortable-- everything was perfect. If only her 'date' was perfect... or at least a different man other than Sonic.

She arrived downstairs, and gasped: She saw Sonic in a black clean suit, his hair slicked back and his suave look making Amy's heart flutter.

She blushed, looking away from him, "Y-You look... Wow..."

He blinked, laughing, "Of course I look 'wow'! I always look like that!"

Too bad his words are ugly just as his face is pretty... She glared at him, groaning, yet smiled as she spotted Mrs. League.

"Now you two... What you will do is head to La Luna, and have a decent, civilized dinner... and knowing you two, you can't HAVE a decent dinner without arguing."

Amy laughed nervously, while Sonic looked at her with bored eyes, "Yeah, yeah... Lets just get this over with."

Amy looked at him, "Wait-- You're the one who 'insisted'!!! Why are you so rushed?"

Sonic flicked her forehead, "Shut up, slave."

"W-WHAT--"

Mrs. League clapped her hands, the clap echoing into the mansion, "THAT. That's what I'm talking about. Now you two, this lesson is not only for Mrs. Rose, but for you as well, sir. Now please act respectable with one another as soon as we arrive because I do not want to be embarrassed... and I certainly know you two don't want to as well."

Amy and Sonic looked at one another, then nodded, "... Alright."

Mrs. League smirked to herself, "... Very well. Let us be off."