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Chapter Four: Preparations
After Sebastian proposed, there were still many things to do, even though the wedding was staged and wasn't going to be performed by a real priest. Ciel had to try to get all the fake invites sent out. He also had to find a dress.
He was sitting in what was passing for a study of the house that "Michael" owned. He was writing out an invite when Lao barged in.
"Lao? What are you doing here?"
Lao smiled. "Why, just to see the blushing bride-to-be writing the invitations."
Ciel scoffed and threw a book at him. It hit the wall next to Lao, and pitifully fell to the floor.
"My Lord, you have terrible aim."
"Oh, but he doesn't. Give him a dart and you'll have an eye missing."
Lao jumped and turned around as Sebastian spoke. He was so damned quiet that neither had heard him enter the room.
"Are you gonna help me with these damn invites or not?"
Sebastian simply smiled before sitting next to Ciel to do his share of the pesky invites.
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The weeks passed miserably slow, filled with trying on dozens of gowns and not feeling right in any of them. All the dresses he tried had the wrong proportions. He didn't want to pay as much as it would cost to get a dress fitted to him. Besides the fact that he didn't think any of the gowns were beautiful in the least.
He was with Ann and a few of her friends. Again. They had spent the whole afternoon looking for a dress. They sat at a table in a café. Ciel was tired.
"What would you lovely ladies like to drink?" Said an incredibly short waiter.
They all got tea, except Ciel. He'd gotten into the habit of drinking water with lemon.
"Oh Victoria. I hope we can find you a dress soon. How many weeks until the wedding?"
Ciel thought for a moment. "About six."
The waiter returned with their drinks and they ordered a small order of cookies. They nibbled on the delicious treats and chatted about how Ciel must be getting more and more nervous with the wedding getting closer. He wasn't nervous, just embarrassed as hell.
When Ann dropped him off at the house, he went to his room with the intention of taking a long bath and going to bed. He had just sat on his bed and started taking off his shoes when Sebastian entered the room with a big black bag/hanger. He waited for Ciel to take his shoes before making him stand next to him. Sebastian laid the bag on the bed and looked at Ciel.
Ciel reached for the zipper and tugged it open. Gorgeous light blue silk spilled out like a waterfall.
"-gasp- What is this?"
He looked up at Sebastian.
"Well, Young Master. You haven't been able to find a dress suited for you. I thought maybe this would be a good option. Do you not like it?"
"No. Its beautiful." Ciel's voice was very breathy.
He finished pulling the zipper open and took the dress out. He was holding it up and admiring the jewels on the corset top when Sebastian pulled the zipper on the dress he was wearing. He felt it fall to the floor and before he could think, Sebastian had taken the blue dress from him and put it on and tied up the back.
After Sebastian had done the strings on the back, he led Ciel over to the fashion mirror in the corner of his room. His jaw dropped.
The skirt was layered with thin and see through lace and chiffon over a layer of thick blue silk. Each layer of chiffon and lace was a different shade of blue. The layers were shimmering and glittering in the light. The corset was a little darker. Ciel noticed that the top of the corset was the darkest part and as the dress went down it lightened to a blue so light it was almost white. The train itself was white. The jewels on the corset went under the breasts and in little lines down the body of the corset. The dress was sleeveless and had a sweetheart top. Every other trail of jewels went onto the skirt. He turned and saw that the back of the corset was completely open. The only thing on his back was the strings that crisscrossed. The skirt at the small of his back was a deep blue, almost black. It trailed into the train in a midnight sky streak of color in the pure white. It faded into matching shades of blue with the rest of the skirt so that it didn't look random and out of place. Ciel was positive that every shade and tone of blue known to man was somewhere in the dress. The blues in the dress made his eyes stand out absurdly.
"I think I've got my dress."
Sebastian smiled. "Good. Would you like me to draw your bath while you change?"
Ciel nodded and before Sebastian turned to go into the bathroom, he tugged the strings in the back so they loosened for Ciel to take off the dress. He pulled on a baggy button down shirt and put the dress back onto the hanger. He ran his hand gently on the skirt before zipping the bag and putting it in the closet.
He went in to the bathroom to take his bath, once again confused at the thought Sebastian was putting into their cover.
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The wedding was the next day. Ciel actually was panicking.
What if our cover is blown? What if I mess up tomorrow?
He was trying to not to show his nervousness, but Ann saw it immediately. She was taking him to a bachelorette party, which meant that she made him dress very chic and fashionable. He had on red skinny jeans, black velvet platform heels, a black tanktop with a lace back, and red and black jewelry. His extensions were down and he had all of his hair, real and extended, dead straight with black and red hair chalk. He had also never realized how full his lips were until he had put on the red lipstick. He was turning many heads as he walked with Ann to where she and the others had set up the bachelorette party.
They walked into the dance club that Ann had apparently bought out for the night, and everyone cheered. He didn't even know most of the women there, but the ones he did know assured him that he would have fun.
After playing inappropriate games and dancing, people entered that made Ciel almost pass out. Ann had actually let the others hire male strippers. They came sauntering in.
"Where is the lovely blushing bride-to-be?"
Ann shoved Ciel forward. He kept his eyes on the floor.
"Oh, is she nervous?"
Ciel looked up at the one speaking and glared.
"Dayum! Hot and fiery! Your fiance is a lucky man." He winked at Ciel.
Ciel blushed as red as the jeans he had on and stepped back to Ann. He elbowed her in the ribs and she giggled.
"Just go with it!" She whispered before clapping as the strippers started, well, stripping.
Mwahaha! I love Ciels chic outfit. A lot. Haha. And after I described the dress, when I was re-reading for errors I thought, "Wow. I want that dress!" Haha so I hope you enjoyed chapter four and leave me a review.