Blizzard Girl ©

Chapter Twenty-One:

After our shopping trip, dad was there to greet us at the door and point upstairs to our rooms. Although, having a roommate in his room, meant that Jason at least had someone to chat with.

I on the other hand, was alone. Left to stare at my bag and the five thousand pack of pound sterling only I knew of. It as as if thinking of the money burning a hole in my bag was enough to make Percival manifest. "Now, are you ready to break free with me or not?" he asked as I glanced at my small circular vanity mirror. I saw his face instead of mine.

"No, I'm not ready to break free with you, Percival. Breaking free with you isn't breaking free at all."

Percival rolled his eyes at me and sighed. "So, you want to mope around some more. Honestly, what's so wrong with leaving your square of a room for a party fit for a palace?!"

"That I"m leaving my square of a room for this palace to participate in deceit? As an unwilling participant, by the way." Percival rolled his eyes at me again.

"Yes Ventisca, you already voiced your concerns clearly enough to me. I'll leave you for an hour to mope." Before I could say anything back, Percival faded into the mirror, leaving me to stare at my own exhausted expression.

As usual, my hour of moping ended too quickly. It felt like I could only mope for five minutes. In no time at all, I was pulled into Percival's mirror world. "So, how'd the moping go?"

"As expected, it went fabulous," I replied. I unzipped my bag and pulled out the pack of five thousand pound sterling. "Well, it's time to shop till we drop. I'm tired of this money burning a hole in my bag."

Percival shook his head and took the pack of money out of my hands. "Well, if you can't handle the brevity of good fortune, then you're obviously not prepared for it.

"You always walk around with that much money in your coat, Percival?"

"Don't be absurd, Ventisca. I always carry more in credit. Five thousand pound sterling means little to me." He snapped his fingers and handed me a coat identical to his own, except in my size. "Try not to forget your coat next time."

Snatching the coat, I swung the coat around my shoulders and buttoned it up. "Oh, I won't forget next time. Only because I'd never want to dress identical to you again."

Percival's eyes sparkled with mischief before he said, "So, the dress you wore that was the same color of my eyes was intentional?"

"Bite me, Percival."

"Ventisca, you're too kind," he replied as he hand his palm up, waiting for me to grab it. The moment I grabbed his hand, Percival snapped the fingers of his other hand. In an instant, we arrived in front of another shopping center.

Only unlike Selfridges, it looked very exclusive. Sure enough, there was only one brand name on all of the clothes and all of the price tags made me feel nauseous. "Ugh, you weren't kidding about the five thousand pound sterling meaning nothing to you!"

Percival sat on a chair that was undoubtedly the place where many men have sat waiting for their loved ones and emotionally support their shopping sprees. Percival looked eager as he sat straight on the edge of the couch. He didn't even bother to glance down at the coffee table strewn with magazines. "Venti, go find something that you like. Remember the theme though. Starry night!"

"Yeah, yeah," I replied as I started looking through the racks. Mentally, I had to convert in my head the equivalent of a US size 6...which I knew was usually around a UK size 10.

All of the black solid colored dresses ran in smaller sizes, to my dismay. So, I reluctantly gravitated towards the shimmer and sparkle section, in which this particular clothing brand had no shortage of. Most of the dresses were made to show off your curves. Quickly, I shuffled past all the curve hugging ones until I stopped at a dress unlike the others. Gratefully, the dress I found was in my size.