Azalea

chapter 17~ cold shower

"I mean, black is classic, but what about this red one?" Kylie, one of my cousins, said to me

"It's too bright" and shows way too much skin.

"This," she says, showing another dress.

"This doesn't have a back. I have a bunch of scars on my back; I can't show them, and if I do, unnecessary questioning will start.

"I like this one, but only if it's in black." I look at the dress.

"Say less," she goes for help, and a few minutes later she comes back.

"Hello mam, this is the exact same dress but in black."

"But this one has gold strips."

"So does the red one, but it doesn't show that much in that color."

"Oh, okay, I will try it on."

"Which size do you want?"

"'S' please"

"Are you sure?" She looks up and down.

"She said s," Kylie demands.

She walks away, and a minute later she comes with my size dress.

I go to the dressing room and put it on. I look at myself in the mirror and...

I hate it.

I hate how my boobs look.

I hate how my shoulders look.

I hate how tight it is.

I hate that whenever I wear tight clothes, all I can feel are their hands.

"Do you need help?"

No, I'm fine. I don't like the dress. I will take it off and come out."

"What no? Show us, please."

"It doesn't look good," I say.

"Pleaseeeee"

I take a deep breath, open the door, and just stand there.

"Oh my god"

"I don't like it."

"What do you mean, it looks so good on you; it was literally made for you; the way it sits in your small waist, girl, I'm jealous?"

"Yeah, but the shoulders-"

"What about them?"

"Doesn't it look, I don't know, weird?"

"No, I swear, you look beautiful and powerful."

Powerful?

"Are you guys done? We've been here for 4 hours." Kenji says, "Wow." He looks at me, and I get embarrassed.

It's my first time wearing a dress like this.

"I know right; I was also shocked seeing this body under all of those baggie clothes. Anyway, I'll go see my dress in my size," Kylie said.

"You look good," Kenji compliments me.

"Thanks"

I go inside and realize I can't take the dress off. I did zip it, but I can't unzip it. I look out for help, but no one I know is there.

"Excuse me, do you need help?" A guy who looks like he works here asks me

"I have trouble taking my dress off."

"What seems to be a problem?"

"The zipper"

"I can help if you're okay with it; other female helpers are quite busy right now."

"Yes, please." I go inside, and the guy follows me.

Kenji's P.O.V

I see some random guy go where Azalea is changing. I quickly go there, and when I open the door, I see him unzipping her dress.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I pin him to the wall.

"I was just helping."

"What the hell are you doing?" I hear Azalea should

"Let go of him now," she demands, and I do.

The scared guy runs out of the room, and my eyes shift to Azalea, who's noticeably pissed.

"What?" I ask.

"What do you mean, what the hell was that? He was helping me."

"Helping undress you?" I ask, pissed.

"I couldn't reach the zipper."

"Andthought it would be great to ask some random dude for help." I ask

"I couldn't find anyone else."

Her angry expression is so hot.

What am I even thinking right now?

I sigh and look at her; that dress is perfect for her.

"I will unzip you; turn around." She turns around and flips her hair on her side, which exposes her neck and back.

I start to unzip the dress.

She smells good.

"What perfume are you wearing?" I ask you to break the awkward silence.

"I don't" what

"Not at all," I question, and she shakes her head.

I unzip till the end—she's not wearing a bra.

I think I need a cold shower.

"Thank you; now get out," she says as her hands are placed on her breast to prevent her dress from falling off of her.

I get out, and she comes out a few minutes later.

Azaleas P.O.V

I come out and see Kenji looking at me.

"Where's Kelly?" I ask.

"I'm here," I hear her say as she runs to us.

"Did you find anything?" I ask.

"Yes, did you?"

"Yes, the black one."

"The red also looked good on you."

"Yes, but it's a bold color; I don't want eyes on me." I hear Kenji's checkle.

"What?" I ask.

"It doesn't matter what you're wearing; all the eyes will still be on you."

"I don't think so." I mean, they will look at me, but not like I'm some kind of important person or something.

"Azalea, I don't think you realized, but you're a Mafia fucking princess; being in the De Luca family as a girl is a miracle."

"Okay," I sigh, all eyes on me, huh?