conversation in front of them.
"Dire non plus," JoJo says, squeezing my hand. "I will make your dress and we will see what happens. If he tears it off of your body, do not worry, I will make you another."
Chandler smirks and Isaiah just looks extremely uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation. I'm pretty sure my face is so red I look like a tomato.
“Don’t suppose you could make it so I can become invisible whenever I want?” I ask, wishing I had such a magical piece of clothing at that very moment.
JoJo just laughs. I almost tell her that I’m completely serious but hate to drown her enthusiasm with my sarcasm.
When we make it back to JoJo's studio she ends up asking me questions about Mason like his favorite color, his hobbies, ect ect. I suddenly realize I don't know most of the answers and can only guess at them. It's strange that I should know more about Chandler in that regard than the man I'm in love with. I make it a priority to learn everything I can about Mason as soon as he'll let me.
JoJo calls in a team of seamstresses to help her with my dress. She decides to make it out of light colored lavender silk. The dress ends up being far classier than I thought she was planning to make at first. With all the talk of clothes being ripped off, I assumed it would be something rather skimpy. But, the dress ends up being something you would wear to a fancy party where long dresses with billowy material are expected.
The gown she creates is simple and classic. With its sleeveless bodice and ruched top, it shows off my shoulders and certainly lifts my breast to new heights. The waist is encircled with a sown in belt made of dazzling crystals and the skirt is long and free flowing. When I walk around the room in it, I feel the extra material attached to the back flow in the air like I have a permanent wind flowing around me.
JoJo calls in her personal stylist who applies my make-up and curls my hair letting the strands cascade over my shoulders. It's similar to the style I wore to the masquerade ball. I begin to wonder if everyone in the world except me has a personal stylist.
Once I'm primped for my proposed ambush of Mason, I stand in front of JoJo's large, gold framed mirror, which is almost as tall as the glass walls in the room, and stare at myself. I have to admit. I really do clean up pretty nice when I have a team of stylist and designers to help out.
Chandler puts his hands on my bare shoulders and starts to massage them for me. It's only then I realize how tense I am.
"Don't look so worried," he tells me. "You know it doesn't matter what you wear, right? He loves you."
I look at him in the mirror.
"It only matters what you say," he reminds me.
"And that's supposed to make me feel less nervous?" I laugh.
"No but don't get caught up on how you look. You're gorgeous even in your Watcher uniform. All Mason is going to care about is what you say to him. Don't leave anything unsaid, Jess. Lay all your cards on the table. If he doesn't pick them up then at least you'll know you did everything you could to make him see reason. I just want to see you happy. I don't like seeing you so sad. You know I can feel it right?"
I hadn't even thought about that.
"I forgot," I say. "Can you turn it off or do you always know what other people are feeling when you touch them?"
Chandler smiles. "No, I can turn it off, but I like knowing how you feel. I like feeling the love you have for me. It makes me feel…loved." He says with a shrug, not having a better way to put it.
"Vous êtes belle," JoJo says, coming to stand beside me, a twinkle of pride in her eyes as she looks at me in her dress.
I have a feeling she called me beautiful, so I don't ask for a translation.
"Well, if that doesn't grab his attention, I'm not sure what else will."
Directly behind me is Malcolm. I turn to face him.
"Are things ready?" I ask, raising a delicate
"Dire non plus," JoJo says, squeezing my hand. "I will make your dress and we will see what happens. If he tears it off of your body, do not worry, I will make you another."
Chandler smirks and Isaiah just looks extremely uncomfortable with the turn of the conversation. I'm pretty sure my face is so red I look like a tomato.
“Don’t suppose you could make it so I can become invisible whenever I want?” I ask, wishing I had such a magical piece of clothing at that very moment.
JoJo just laughs. I almost tell her that I’m completely serious but hate to drown her enthusiasm with my sarcasm.
When we make it back to JoJo's studio she ends up asking me questions about Mason like his favorite color, his hobbies, ect ect. I suddenly realize I don't know most of the answers and can only guess at them. It's strange that I should know more about Chandler in that regard than the man I'm in love with. I make it a priority to learn everything I can about Mason as soon as he'll let me.
JoJo calls in a team of seamstresses to help her with my dress. She decides to make it out of light colored lavender silk. The dress ends up being far classier than I thought she was planning to make at first. With all the talk of clothes being ripped off, I assumed it would be something rather skimpy. But, the dress ends up being something you would wear to a fancy party where long dresses with billowy material are expected.
The gown she creates is simple and classic. With its sleeveless bodice and ruched top, it shows off my shoulders and certainly lifts my breast to new heights. The waist is encircled with a sown in belt made of dazzling crystals and the skirt is long and free flowing. When I walk around the room in it, I feel the extra material attached to the back flow in the air like I have a permanent wind flowing around me.
JoJo calls in her personal stylist who applies my make-up and curls my hair letting the strands cascade over my shoulders. It's similar to the style I wore to the masquerade ball. I begin to wonder if everyone in the world except me has a personal stylist.
Once I'm primped for my proposed ambush of Mason, I stand in front of JoJo's large, gold framed mirror, which is almost as tall as the glass walls in the room, and stare at myself. I have to admit. I really do clean up pretty nice when I have a team of stylist and designers to help out.
Chandler puts his hands on my bare shoulders and starts to massage them for me. It's only then I realize how tense I am.
"Don't look so worried," he tells me. "You know it doesn't matter what you wear, right? He loves you."
I look at him in the mirror.
"It only matters what you say," he reminds me.
"And that's supposed to make me feel less nervous?" I laugh.
"No but don't get caught up on how you look. You're gorgeous even in your Watcher uniform. All Mason is going to care about is what you say to him. Don't leave anything unsaid, Jess. Lay all your cards on the table. If he doesn't pick them up then at least you'll know you did everything you could to make him see reason. I just want to see you happy. I don't like seeing you so sad. You know I can feel it right?"
I hadn't even thought about that.
"I forgot," I say. "Can you turn it off or do you always know what other people are feeling when you touch them?"
Chandler smiles. "No, I can turn it off, but I like knowing how you feel. I like feeling the love you have for me. It makes me feel…loved." He says with a shrug, not having a better way to put it.
"Vous êtes belle," JoJo says, coming to stand beside me, a twinkle of pride in her eyes as she looks at me in her dress.
I have a feeling she called me beautiful, so I don't ask for a translation.
"Well, if that doesn't grab his attention, I'm not sure what else will."
Directly behind me is Malcolm. I turn to face him.
"Are things ready?" I ask, raising a delicate
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