"For the last time Miss Belladonna, I'm fine," Weiss growled into her phone. "The situation was handled...I'm just taking some personal time okay?" There was a long pause before she spoke again. "I'll be back at the office soon, okay?" Seconds later she tossed the phone to her side and glared out the window.
"Friend of yours?" Yang asked over her shoulder from the front of the car. After the incident Weiss was even more set on heading into time, at least now she was willing to have Yang accompany her.
"No, just my secretary," Weiss replied dully.
"She sounded worried."
"She's probably just making sure she still has a job in the morning," Weiss snapped back.
"Well did anyone else call? Like your dad?" Yang showed a winning grin as she only heard silence emanating from the back seat.
"I'm not paying you for your snappy comebacks, so just drive."
"Actually your dad is the one that pays me, not you." Another smile beamed off the rear view mirror and back at Weiss.
Weiss bit her tongue, cursing the blonde under her breath. "Wait stop here," she ordered the car to a halt. "This is my favorite boutique in the city," the snow haired beauty said as she exited the car in haste.
"Slow down princess, I'm coming with you," Yang said in protest as she followed in toe.
"In case what? You need to rescue me from an ill-fitting dress?" Weiss asked followed by a booming "HA!"
"Might be because I strangle you with it," Yang grumbled.
"What was that?"
"Nothing Ice Queen."
"I heard that!"
"I know," Yang snickered, earning only a growl from her charge.
The moment they pushed open the doors to the shop there was an immediate change to the shops atmosphere. Gasp filled the air and was soon followed by whispers as all eyes focused on them.
"Well this awkward," Yang said dryly. Uncomfortable with all the attention focused on them.
"Nonsense, they're just in awe my presence," Weiss words flooded with confidence as she placed her hands on her hips defiantly Yang was prepared to roll her eyes when a woman in vibrant colors and entangled in measuring table came bursting out of the back of the shop.
"Madame Schnee! I was not expecting you! Comment allez-vous?" The women tightly embraced Weiss before kissing her on either cheek.
"Très Bien," Weiss responded merrily.
"Huh, didn't know you could speak French," Yang asked rather surprised as she watched their exchange continue.
"Of course I can, I have many talents," Weiss replied smugly as she placed her hand on her hips.
"Yes," the woman nodded vigorously in compliance. "Madame Schnee has beauty and intelligence beyond compare."
"Why thank you Giselle," the snow haired girl smiled. "At least someone recognizes my pedigree."
"But miss, I still have yet to hear what brings you to my shop today?"
"You must forgive me Giselle, I was rudely interrupted," Weiss glanced over at her shoulder at her towering bodyguard, who would only shrug. "But you see I had a stressful day at the office so I came into town to relax."
"Miss Schnee wants to relax? Then it's relaxing she gets." Giselle turned to the rest of the shops occupants before clapping and calling for their attentions. "I'm sorry but we are closed for the day for a guest private shopping!"
"W-what?!" Yang stuttered out. "You don't have to do that."
"But of course," Giselle said simply. "Miss Schnee is one of our star customers. Her business will be enough."
"Weiss tell her that she can't kick these people out."
"And why not?" Weiss responded in a frigid tone. "And it's MISS Schnee to you."
"But…" Yang sought for the words but found nothing. Something had told her that it would be a lost cause. She could only clench her fist as she watched would be customers bitterly trickle out of the shop. One customer in particular seemed to rightfully pissed as she gave them all an indecent gesture most certainly glared dagger from behind her dark sunglasses. Yang made a mental note of her, just in case restraining her might become one of her guardly duties in the near future.
"The stores all yours Miss Schnee," Giselle said merrily.
Hours? It had to be hours. Hours of dresses, hats, scarves and other gaudy clothing that were all modeled by Weiss like some weird montage. Yang let out an annoyed sigh, as she rested her chin in her hand. "Are you done yet?"
"Patience. Beauty takes time," Weiss waved off her bodyguard's annoyance as she looked herself over in the mirror. "What do you think?" her question directed towards Giselle.
"Beautiful as always Miss Schnee! Stunning!" Weiss was currently wearing a dress, if it could even be called that, designed with a series of poofs that made her look more like a fluffy cloud than a fearsome CEO.
Yang however, clicked her tongue in annoyance. "Yeah of course she says that, she owns the place. More money in her pocket."
"Excuse me?!" Giselle bellowed. "Miss Schnee is a gorgeous woman who-"
Yang silenced her by raising a hand coupled with incoherent noises. "Save the speech, don't want to release all that hot air, you might deflate."
"Miss Schnee," the woman shrieked. "Are you going to let your friend just talk to me like that?"
"She's not my friend," Weiss said immediately. "But…" her words hung for a moment as she tapped a finger on her chin. "I want to see what goldilocks here thinks is actually attractive."
"Me?" Yang looked stunned. She was already annoyed with the goldilocks comment and now she was being thrown off by this. "You want me to find you a dress? Me?"
"Absolutely," Weiss said with crossed arms. "If you're just going to sit there and judge you should at least have an eye for fashion." Yang grumbled under her breath, she regretted ever saying anything, but she just couldn't take it anymore. "Well, I'm waiting." One side of Weiss' lisp curled into a smirk.
"Hold your horses, I'm looking," Yang barked back. She had no idea what she was doing as she looked through the shop. Every dress looked like the next and they all looked terrible. Nothing more than a bunch of poofs, ribbons and things that looked overly complicated to get into.
"Having trouble?" The smugness in Weiss' voice was almost palpable.
"I'll give you trouble…wait!" Yang stopped her remark when her eyes landed on one particular dress. "How about this one?"
Giselle immediately scoffed at the sight of the dress. "As if Miss Schnee would-"
Weiss tossed up a hand, the atmosphere immediately falling dead. "Giselle,"
"Y-y-yes Miss Schnee?"
"Be quiet," Weiss' voice came coldly, sending even a shiver up Yang's spine. She approached the blonde girl and gave the dress a once over. "I'll try it on," she said taking it from the bodyguard's hands. "You had better hope this fits." Yang swallowed hard, actually a little intimidated by the tiny woman in front of her. The title of Ice Queen suddenly felt all the more fitting.
Weiss disappeared into the dressing room and after a bit of shuffling the door opened again revealing Weiss in her newest dress. It was a simple number. Pure white with slight frills, with a red sash around her chest and silk roses for decoration.
"Wow," Yang and Giselle said in unison.
"Oh Miss Schnee you look so pretty!" Giselle squealed as she hopped and clapped excitedly.
"Thank you Giselle," Weiss rolled her eyes, thinking that Yang may have actually been right. "What about you?" she gestured to Yang. "What do you think?"
Yang let her eyes quickly flick over the girl before her. Dress aside, she looked every bit of gorgeous Giselle had made her out to be. For her height she had long snow kissed legs, with a body that fit snugly enough to show her frame. But the real kicker was her face, Weiss wore ruby red lipstick to match the dresses accents and her normally frigid expression had melted into something much softer. For a brief moment she wasn't the evil Ice Queen, but rather a pure hearted princess, like Snow White.
"Stop staring and spit it out." Weiss crossed her arm, a faint blush apparent in her normally pale cheeks. "How do I look?"
Yang coughed as she averted her gaze. "You look…nice."
"Just nice?" Weiss seemed almost offended.
"Okay, you look great." Yang smiled bashfully. "Really great."
"And you're not just saying that?" Weiss raised a brow, waiting for a laugh that would never come.
"Nope." Yang smiled again, she was certain she looked like a dear in the headlights. "You look really pretty Weiss- I mean, Miss Schnee." Yang tugged on her collar to hide her embarrassment.
For a brief moment a genuine smile of glee cracked on Weiss face between her now reddened cheeks. "I'll be taking this one then, and the others of course."
"Non non non," Giselle protested. "That was is free. I can't charge a work of art."
Was that a laugh, no a giggle that just escaped Weiss' lips. But sure enough there it was smile and all.
The rest proceeded smoothly. They packed the car full of bags and drove away. With hours gone by it was far too late for them to return to the office so the only course was to take Weiss to her home. She, of course, lived in the penthouse of one of the ritziest buildings in the city. The entrance alone opened up into a wide area that connected the living room and kitchen. Doors split the apartment leading to various baths, entertainment areas and guest rooms.
Yang whistled. "Wow, this place is beautiful."
"Nothing's too good for a Schnee," Weiss swelled with pride at Yang's apparent envy.
"Or a Xiao Long apparently."
"What?" Weiss asked confused.
"Didn't your dad tell you?" Yang returned with an equally puzzled grin. "Since I'm supposed to be protecting you and all, your dad recommended I just crash with you."
"Wait, what?"
"Looks like we're going to be roomies!"
"Nooooooooo!"
