Chapter 31

We walked out of the hotel with my eyes wide and mouth gaping, Wesley and Andrew trying to hide their laughter at my expression as James just gave me a soft smile. I grinned as I led the way, barreling through the crowds of people, my earlier fears completely forgotten. The bright and big screens of Times Square began looming over me as huge shops stood around us, my body circling as I took everything in. I watched street dancers and singers, dropping the random dollar in. I knew I didn't have much, but I doubt they did either. "Okay princess, lets go get you something fancy shmancy for tomorrow night." I grinned and let them to a few outlet stores, not even bothering to react to his stupid nickname. We would walk into a store and as soon as I saw the price tags on anything, I'd refuse. It wasn't until at least twenty stores later we stumbled upon a small hole in the wall, filled with antique dresses, soft to the touch. A elderly woman with greeting pale blonde hair sat behind a counter, sewing what looked like a skirt when we walked in and the bell chimed above us. She had a soft face, her face full with wrinkles that made her look incredibly wise. "Hello sweeties! How can I help you all today?" I gave her a soft smile while Wesley, Andrew, and James looked a little uncomfortable. I sniffed the air gently, smelling the witch burning off of her skin. Wolves and Witches didn't have problems with one another, it was just my mother that had problems with them. Wolves were fond of Witches purely because they're usually stronger than most wolves. Witches tend to be unpredictable, and spend just as much time outdoors in nature as Wolves. "Hi, I'm looking for a dress. We're going to be seeing Taming of the Shrew tomorrow night and I haven't found the right thing just yet." I smiled as she stood up, her old bones popping beneath her. I turned to the guys behind me, shaking my head at their obvious distaste. "You guys can go find something else to do, let it be a surprise." Andrew raised his eyebrows, swapping glances with the boys beside him. "You sure?" I nodded, shooing them with my hands as she walked around. I watched them hesitantly leave, Wesleys eyes not leaving mine until he stood halfway through the door. "You need anything, just say my name. I'll hear you, okay?" I smiled and nodded as the door shut behind him, turning to face the fellow witch. "Hi, I'm Alas-" "Oh I know who you are sweetie. Do you mind me asking why you're with three wolves and not at the Coven meeting?" I grimaced at the mention, fiddling my fingers together. "One of them is my mate, and they don't know what I am yet. My mother, my mother isn't a very nice person and didn't want me to go to the meetings, and doesn't know I'm with them. If it's possible, can this be our little secret?" She grinned before waving her hands over the windows and doors, the sunlight officially being blocked out and the door sealing shut. "I don't mind, honestly I'm not a big fan of your mother either. I set the store on display mode, so I can give you my full attention. Now, what's your favorite color?" Close to an hour later I stood in front of a 360 view, dressed in a dress that took my complete and utter breath away. The top was an off white lace with a satin dash tied around my waste. It had three quarter length sleeves to protect me from both the cold and cover my scars, the back dipping dangerously low to the whip scares that clad my skin. The bottom was a grey beige tulle that was just enough to not make my look like a princess, thin enough to let the color of my bare legs peak through when I walked. For once in my life, I felt beautiful. I felt like I could compare to Paige, compare to her friends and followers, like I actually belonged with someone as good looking as Wesley. The witch, who's name ended up being named Claire, stood before me. "You look so beautiful, that Alpha of yours is going to have a heart attack." I grinned at her, my wavy and unruly hair splayed out along my shoulders. Claire had given me a black teardrop necklace, nestled in between my breasts and shown through the nude mesh material. We heard knocking on the door outside, my eyes widening as Claire began motioning her hands. The dress flew off of me and I was dressed in the clothes I came in with, the dress hanging in a bag that completely covered so no one would be able to see it. The door finally opened as Wesley rushed in, his eyes widening as he came closer to me. "You didn't call me." I turned and walked closer to him, letting my hand run gently through his sandy hair. "I just got finished babe, I was about to call you." His face broke out in a huge grin as he leaned into my touch, sparks erupting at our slightest touch. "You called me babe." I stilled, my eyes widening as my hand was halfway through his hair. "Is that okay?" "More than okay." He leaned down and gently placed a kiss right on the corner of my mouth, sending my heart racing at his mere touch. He turned to Claire, relaxing at her bright smile directed towards us. "How much will it be?" She waved him off, turning and unhooking the hanger from the door. "Already taken care off, now both of you go and enjoy New York, and more importantly, each other. I don't see love like me and my Randy had very often, but you guys kinda changed that." I looked up to his face to find him beaming at me, his hands grabbing the hanger. "Yeah, she really is special." I tugged his hand as I waved goodbye to Claire, the brisk wind hitting me as soon as the door opened. Andrew and James stood a few feet away, both munching on messy hotdogs and pretzels. I grinned while Wesley held my dress and raised an eyebrow to them, their faces covered in mustard and butter and whatever the hell they had covering their hotdog.