MEETING WITH SHAWL

In the evening

Since Ashara has no other choice but to do what her father wanted, she decided to wait for Shawl, Mr. Wanton's son. She did not bother to go to college anymore, that means she failed the test. She did not bother much because she is not sure if she will even continue to attend college after that day. 

After she has cried with no one to aid her, she stopped crying and wash her face to calm down, her face is so puffed due to much crying. She looked through her old clothes to see what she can wear since Mr. Wanton's son will soon arrive to pick her, but she cannot just find the appropriate one. They don't buy her much clothes, her father believes it's a waste of his money, except for some important ocassions and family functions that she must not but be there, that is when she get most of her clothes. Even some of the family gatherings, her father will find a way to keep her at home working, and make excuses for keeping her at home.

"What am I supposed to wear now?" Ashara keep looking through her clothes.

"I will just wear anything" she grabbed one of her long gowns that she have not worn for a long time.

It's seems to still be okay, so she put it on and make her hair into a ponytail. She don't put on make up because she is not use to it and don't even have it. You might be wondering why she don't have things girls of her age should have, her father don't give her money. Even going to college, the driver will take her to college and bring her back, she don't even know her way around the city, even though she will be 21years in two months time. Her father only get her a phone because he said he will need to call her sometimes, weird right?

By 5pm, Ashara's mother knocks her door again.

"Ashara, come out Mr. Wanton's son is waiting for you downstairs" her mother call from outside.

Ashara sigh softly as she pick up the only handbag she has and went out of the room.  She thought she will see Shawl in the sitting room but her mother told her he did not come in but stays inside his car. She looked at her mother and just leave without saying anything. As Ashara get downstairs, she sees Shawl waiting by his red Audi sport car swinging the car key in his hand. Ashara look puzzled as she sees Shawl who is about six feet tall and has pairs of brown golden eye balls like that of an half-cast. Anyway, his an half-cast because his mother is from another country, his black hair is combed like some kind of waves on each other but parted slightly at the side. He wore a tuxedo suit like a gentleman.

 He look so handsome that Ashara thinks she might fall for him as he stare at her with those pairs of brown golden eye balls, but the evil grin he makes the moment he set his eyes on her makes her comes to her senses, she quickly compose herself and move closer to him. How could she even think that someone like Shawl liking her? The Wanton's family is the number one richest family in country F and not only in country F but one of the richest in the world too, they are numbered the thirty richest in the world. According to what is written online, they have properties in almost parts of the world and half of the lands in country F belongs to the Wanton's family. It was said that their great grandfather has acquired lands and properties across the world when lands don't worth much, so now it becomes great fortune to them. 

One could smells riches from Shawl, the golden wrist watch on his wrist and the shoes he wore worth millions. Ashara wonders if she will have a chance with him since her father wants her to impress Shawl to secure her place in the family. She sigh thinking that she should at least try, which makes her read about him and his family online. According to the internet, Shawl is a player and also rude too. More reason why it is difficulty for his family to get him married, but he is good at what he does. Business!

Shawl scrutinized Ashara from head to toe and smirk looking at her disgustingly.

"Good evening" Ashara greets him since Shawl will not say anything and just keep giving a proud look.

"You think you will be able to follow me in this old grandma's gown" he commented on Ashara's long gown. Ashara instantly felt ashamed and put her head down, she feels a little angry as Shawl turn out to be worst than the internet says about him.

"That is what i have" Ashara summon up courage to reply him.

"How funny!" He smirk and turn to the car.

"Get in" he reluctantly open the door to the car and get into the driver's seat.

"His such a jerk" Ashara mutters as she enters into the car. She had thought Shawl will be more better than what the internet says about him because Ashara thought they might have just exaggerate his behavior, but Shawl seems worst than that.

"Where are we going?" Ashara ask gently but Shawl did not reply and just keep driving like the jerk he is. Since Ashara have to impress him, she just keep quiet and did not say anything again.

After sometimes, Shawl drives into a big building, when Ashara looked up, she could not just believe her eyes. He drives her to the biggest and most expensive female clothing mall in the city, Queenie. Queenie is a big luxury brand that only the most richest wore, even Ashara's family will not be able to afford much clothes from there. Her mouth parted subconsciously, though she don't go out nor did she know her way around the city, but since she has her phone, it's keeps her updated which is how she knows most of these things. When Shawl sees her shocked face, he sneered mockingly. 

"Don't think too much. I cannot just let you follow me around in such dirty thing" he look at Ashara from head to toe again like some dirt, then get out of the car. Ashara's excitement vanish the moment she heard those words, she also gets down from the car and follow after him like his maid. She looked like his maid because they are more than ten thousand apart in everything. They get into the mall and the workers quickly bring them to some other room.

"Get something for her" Shawl tells the ladies waiting on them and sit on the executive chair in the room.

"Yes sir" the ladies replies and instantly start bringing out clothes to show them.

"Hey! Get into the changing room" Shawl said to Ashara like she is  just one of his dogs.  She stares at him angrily and did not move.

"Hey!" He howled.

"My name is not hey. Am Ashara" she tells him trying not to sound angry.

"Ash what!" He squeeze his face like he just heard something unbelievable. 

"Ashara" she repeats.

"Ashes" he look as if he did not hear what she just said.

"Ashara, you heard me"  Ashara sighed frustrated because Shawl already start to piss her off.

"Ash" he said deliberately. 

"The evil brat just decides to spoil my name to get on my nerves" Ashara send dangerous stares towards him but she could see him letting out those evil grins again.

"Oh goodness!" Ashara feels like punching Shawl in the face seeing those evil grins, but she dare not do something like that.

"Who says I can impress the evil brat? No one can!" Ashara thought as she enters into the changing room. She keeps changing to several dresses and Shawl keeps disapproving them. 

"Is he trying to piss me off?" Ashara sigh frustratingly.

"But I have to do what he wants" she sigh again. Shawl later approve of a short backless blue gown which is way above the knees showing most parts of Ashara's laps with strap sleeves like an underwear exposing her cleavage too.

"What the..?" Ashara close her eyes in disgust when Shawl clap his hands in approval.

"Do you mean I should wear this?" She protested.

"Why not?" He stressed and smile mockingly. Ashara's eyes turn red from anger, she use her hand in covering her cleavage feeling so embarrassed. It was as if she was just naked, the dress looks like the one an harlot will wear, her back was opened with her laps and even her cleavage too. She feels like she going to cry but she try not to cry.

"Enough of crying today Ashara, is just for the main time" she told herself and try to cope with every attitude of Shawl.

"Bring those" Shawl said to the lady attending to them, pointing to a matching heel silver shoes with it's purse.

"Put it on her" he tells the lady after she brings the silver shoes and purse. The lady help put on the shoes and the shoes looks dazzling, that moment Ashara appreciate that she can at least use heels. If not, she  will have disgrace herself completely.

"Use the purse to match" Shawl said not even looking at Ashara.

"I think this necklace will match too" the other lady brings a shinning diamond necklace. Shawl turn to look in Ashara's direction like trying to figure out something, Ashara just put her head down not looking up at all.

"She doesn't not worth that" Shawl said brutally. Ashara looked up at him with fiery in her eyes but Shawl avoid her stares and turn to the lady.

"Here" Shawl handover his black card to the lady to paid for everything he brought. That moment Ashara wanted to throw everything at Shawl and wear back her old clothes then leave instantly. But she just can't, she close her eyes breathing in to calm down, because she has heard more worst words than that from her father.

"Let's go" Shawl said to her and stand up to leave. Ashara look really embarrassed as she stand reluctantly and follow Shawl. She is not use to putting on heels that much since she don't wear them often, she tries to walk slowly to put up with it. She use the purse in her hand to cover her cleavage which is exposed trying to pull the dress down as she walks but her back is still open. 

She could feel goose bumps forming on her exposed skin the moment they get outside because it is getting dark and the breeze is now cooler. Shawl opens the door to the car, trying to get into the car, but he moves behind Ashara and suddenly pulled off the band she used in packing her hair, which makes Ashara's hair which is packed in ponytail falls to her back.

Ashara looked at Shawl angrily but he stares at her face as if he just saw her for the first time. Ashara could not tell the expression on Shawl's face.

"What is it?" She yells at him.

"This is nice" he smile softly and throw the hair band away then get into the car. Ashara feels like slapping Shawl but she just have to endure him that evening, so she keep cool. 

With her hair let down, it covers her expose back. They get into the car and Shawl drives off, Ashara feels like asking where they are going but she just keep quiet. After he drive for sometimes, he snooze into a night club.