Wife For The Alien Primal: A SciFi Romance (Mates of the Precursors Book 6) by Athena Storm

Author:Athena Storm [Storm, Athena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Athenaverse Press
Published: 2022-03-20T16:00:00+00:00

Twenty-Three

Deia

This is all… a lot.

I stare at myself in the mirror. I’m draped in all sorts of fabrics of different colors. They hang about me like a loose cocoon.

The seamstress flutters about me. She mutters or whistles to herself as she works. With each move she makes, the fabrics twirl about me in a new way as she builds the dress around me right then and there. As she does so, something incredible begins to happen.

I look beautiful.

Not that I’ve ever been down on myself about my looks. It’s just that I’ve never had any really nice clothes or anything like that.

My father’s vanity ends at his cuffs, so to speak. He lavishes himself with expensive, fancy things. He never bothered to spend it on me. Sometimes I wonder, were I his son, perhaps it might have been different.

I was lucky if I got a pair of pants that fit properly from him. I certainly never had anything even remotely close to a ball gown.

That’s not really my thing, anyway. I’m a practical sort of gal, I guess. I’ve never sat around wishing for a pretty dress so a pretty man can whisk me off to a pretty palace or anything like that. I’ll even admit to scoffing behind the backs of girls who did sit around wishing for that.

Now, as I stare at my tripled reflection in the three mirrors in front of me, I offer all those girls a silent apology.

Turns out, it is nice to look and feel nice…

“Short, short,” the little seamstress mutters, knocking my self-approval down a peg. “Not like a Drokan woman. She comes around to my front, on her knees and fiddling with the fabrics. Pins stick out of her mouth like tiny protruding teeth as she appraises me with her craftswoman’s eyes. “Not even like a Skuyr woman,” she adds. “And shapely, eh? Curves.” She suddenly reaches out and just grabs my boobs, getting a full handful of each.

I let out a little ‘uhp’ of surprise, which I quickly swallow, trying not to be rude. My eyes immediately shoot to the part of the mirrors that reflects a certain someone behind me.

Ormon has seen. Now he sees me seeing him seeing. He hastily tries to look anywhere else he can.

I decide to be nice to him and turn my focus back on the seamstress, who looks up at me and winks. “No hiding those,” she whispers as though letting me in on a little secret. “Might as well show ‘em off.”

“Oh… well…” I stammer.

To no avail. The lady’s back at work. And there’s no denying she’s crafting something gorgeous around me.

After another moment, still working on marking the hems of the fabric around my feet with a piece of chalk and her pins, the seamstress calls out to Ormon. “What do we think? Speak up, speak!”

“Ah. Yes.” Ormon shifts in his seat. I watch his reflection out of the corner of my eye. “Well, it’s… It’s lovely. You look… lovely.”

Our eyes meet in the mirror.

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