I look in the mirrors of the dressing room. The dress I am wear is modest, white, simple. It wasn't my first choice, but it would do just fine. Samuel was a but upset I did let him be there when I chose it. But I felt it fitting for the situation, I want to be romantic, or something resembling it anyway. I don't know how to face Samuel after what happened the other day. He and I had not had a regular conversation since the incident. Even Christmas seemed stiff and unpleasant. Samuel and I sat, stiff and unblinking while Connie had opened her gifts with glee, I am bit disappointed with myself I did not keep my emotions concealed more for Connie's sake. Samuel had gotten me a golden watch, and I had gotten him a full designer suit, for his business trips of course. He loved it, I watched him look at himself in the mirror, smiling at me. I felt a great feeling love fill my chest when I saw his gratefulness.
"Seras," I say, she stands up from the chair behind me. A smile on her face.
"Yes, Sir?" She asks.
"Could you please button the back of my dress the rest of the way?" I ask, rather than demand. She nod, buttoning up my dress the rest of the way. The back of the dress is sheer, and has tiny floral print embroidered in the sheer white. The rest of the dress is a floral mesh print. It seems to sparkle in the light as I move. While I did not like that about the dress, everything else seems to cancel it out. It is perfect, i'm glad I chose it.
Seras buttoned up the rest of my dress. It tightens around my chest and stomach, making my figure more prominent.
"You look lovely." Seras says, moving to stand in front of me. She looks at me with admiring eyes.
"Thank you Seras." I thank her, closing my eyes, I take a deep breath. She looks at me, and I think of how silly she looks in her uniform right about now. She looks at me with deep, longing eyes, like she is saddened by something. Maybe because she is a vampire, and could never be in a true matrimony. Or maybe it is something else. "Seras? Is something on your mind?" I ask. She blinks, her eyes wide, snapped out of her funk.
"N-no." She says, looking down, with a slight smile, then she looks at me. "It's just, while I never thought of getting married, the opportunity was stripped away from me before i could make that decision, and watching you, is bittersweet." She answers me. For some reason I thought of this as a half truth, the truth covering up the actual truth. I smile, then slightly frown.
"I'm sorry if I am causing you any discomfort." I say, "You don't have to be here." I tell her gently.
She shakes her head at me. "N-no, I want to be here." She smiles at me, reassuringly. I can't stop thinking of how innocent her smile is, even if she is a vampire. I smile at her back. She looks down, her cheeks flushed.
"Seras." I say her name. "Give me my pants will you?" I ask her. She compiles, Handing me my pants, I take a small pocket knife of my pant pocket. Her eyes widen.
"Sir?" She questions, worryingly. "What are you doing?"
I don't answer her, but I knife my finger. I smile at her, suggestively. "Oh my," I chuckle. "I've cut myself, I don't want it to get on my dress." I grin.
"Sir, wha-"
"Will you give me a kiss?"
Her mouth drops, her eyes look at me, then the blood dripping from my finger. Her eyes turn a deep red. I see her mouth salivate.
"S-sir- Integra." She moans my name, and I slowly drift my finger to her palette. But we are interrupted. I quickly turn my head to find my fiance in the doorway. His eyes on us, a crease between his brow, as he was trying to figure out what is happening in front of him, i quickly take my hand away, and I hear Seras whimper under her breath.
"Am…" Samuel trails off. "I interrupting something?" He manages to spit out.
I try to find words, but nothing comes to mind. I see Seras out of the my eye, she turns to him, the red in her eyes fading quickly.
"No," she chirps happily. "She just cut herself on accident."
"Oh," He manges. "Oh, oh my. " He walks over to me, taking a piece of cloth out of his pocket, cradling my bleeding finger in the white cloth. I see Seras stiffen, uncomfortably.
"Integra, I leave you alone for a day, and you already gone and hurt yourself." He says with mock concern.
"Sam! You can't see me in my dress!" I protest as he tends to my self inflicted wound. He scoffs at me, and I am slightly offended.
"You're injury is more important, but it's beautiful." he looks from my hand, smiling overly so, with closed eyes, then he kisses me. I chuckle awkwardly looking to the side, avoiding eye contact. But he forces me to look at him, grabbing my chin.
"Now, why have you cut yourself?" He asks me, I flush
"There was a stray string on the dress, so I had to cut it." I smile. He buys the lie. He kisses me again.
"Well then," he steps away from me, examining my dress. "It's elegant, like you." he compliments me. I chuckle.
"Thank you darling." I say, he keeps pressing hard into my wound, until it dries. He holds my hands. I notice Seras is less uncomfortable, she puts her hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Isn't she?" She agrees with Sam. He turns around, letting go of my hands, he puts his arm around Seras, and they both look up at me admiringly. Their smiles wide.
"You two don't have to stare like that." I chuckle, embarrassed. They let go of each other.
"My apologies darling." Samuel says. Seras nods along with him. He puts his arm around my waist. "But you're easy to admire." He continues to smile. Seras says nothing, but scratches her ear.
"Thank you, you aren't hard on the eyes yourself." I wink at him. Seras shifts, awkwardly.
"I'm sorry, Seras, are we making you uncomfortable?" Sam asks, cocking his head.
"No, no." She says, looking down, then back up. "Can I be relieved?" She ask me. I blink.
"Yes, you may go."
She smiles at me and leaves.
Samuel puts his hands on my waist, and moves in front of me.
"Integra." He looks up at me.
"Yes, dear?" I ask.
"Since we are to be married soon, I would like to decide where to go for our honeymoon."
"Well," I say in thought, my hand on my chin. "Somewhere familiar."
"Familiar to you, or me?" He asks.
"Either one," I smile.
"Well, there is my home in Colorado."
That is what I wanted to hear, that's where I wanted to go, and I am not sure why I did not just say so. I've always wanted to see what his life was like before me, before he ever knew I existed. I am intrigued by his past self.
"I would like that!" I say.
"Good!" he hugs me tightly. I chuckle, he does the same.