18 - I Own It

~Livia's Point of View~

I apologized for the awkward way I ended our kiss, but I had no clue what I was apologizing for exactly. I’d wanted to kiss him and he’d certainly wanted to kiss me. He was a perfect gentleman and said he was sorry for rushing me. But really, most fairies would have fucked twice in that balloon in the time it took for the flight.

We were now back in his apartment and I was standing in his bathroom, staring at a breathtaking evening gown he wanted me to wear. It was of course … exactly my size. It was something I would see in a store window and dream of, but never have the courage to buy let alone wear. I had a basic signature look I wore in court and around the office, and I had it in several different colors. Yeah, I was a bit predictable with my wardrobe.

The gown was pure black, mermaid style so it would hug me like a glove. It shimmered with some movement. It flared out just enough at the bottom and had a tiny train. Were we going dancing? I wouldn’t be a