Stepping out of the bathroom to see the dress Alex had picked for her, Monroe could not help but to smile softly. Sure, it was still a dress, but it wasn’t a pastel flowy thing with puffy sleeves and gems plastered all over. It was sleek and feminine, but just with a hint of spice. It suited her and Monroe put the clothing on willingly, shimming herself into the dress and actually enjoying how it fit on her. It was still different seeing herself painted in this light, but the dress had pockets so it couldn’t be all that bad.
Turning to face Alex, Monroe’s small grin grew even wider as she eyed in him the black suit. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing you like that,” she told him softly. A light flush rose to her cheeks as he complimented her. “Thank you. Although I have your expert eye for fashion to thank for the dress. Now that is something I don’t think I’ll ever be able to understand.” While Monroe knew how to pick out clothing that was easy to move and fight in, picking out clothing for other events were a lot trickier. Her dress that she wore to tea was a prime example of her lack of appropriate fashion knowledge.
As they headed to dinner, Monroe glanced down at Alex’s shoes, noticing the colorful socks he had chosen. The red seemed to match her own dress but the pineapples? She couldn’t help but to laugh once. “Nice socks.” She smirked, shooting him a playful glare as they headed into dinner. The only way they would get through this is if they remembered who they were – what they were to each other. Arguments aside, Alex Richmond was Monroe’s saving grace – a person she would die for. She would do this dinner; she would give in slightly. The one thing that has stayed constant in her life was the small group of friends she had made that were now her family. Monroe wouldn’t risk losing them because if she lost them, Monroe would no doubt lose herself soon after.
Seeing Coraline and Jace at the dinner table caused Monroe to stiffen slightly. She didn’t know where she stood with Coraline. Swallowing, Monroe passed a light and apologetic smile to the brunette across the table. She would get her chance to apologize to her friend, however she was sure it wouldn’t happen at the dinner table, not when Alex’s mother strode in shortly after them. Sitting down after Mrs. Richmond had dismissed them, Monroe eyed the woman. Even with her newfound life and expectations, she still would never back down from a woman who disrespected her. “Alex picked out the dress.” Monroe said, her voice slightly clipped.
Surprisingly, Alex seemed fed up with his mother’s attitude and as the boy began to chip away at the woman, Monroe paled and she stared at Alexander with awe. He was taking a stand to the degrading rules, he was standing up to his own mother on her’s and Coraline’s behalf. Her throat tightened as Alex continued and if Monroe weren’t at the dinner table, she would have taken Alex’s face in her hands and kissed him so fiercely as if he were the air she breathed. It also surprised her that even Jace of all people spoke up to defend them as well. For once Monroe didn’t want to throw her drink on the arrogant boy. She closed her icy eyes for a moment, taking this all in.
When the boy’s finished, Monroe’s eyes opened again and glanced at Coraline once before returning to Mrs. Richmond. She cleared her throat and smoothed the dark red dress for a moment before she spoke. The air was thick and brooding at the dinner table. Monroe’s face was emotionless as she stared at the woman before her eyes traveled across Mrs. Richmond’s outfit.
“I like your dress.”
They had to start somewhere.
She took a sip of her wine that the servers had poured. She still hadn't grown used to the wait staff, or any of the other staff inside the estate for that manner. One thing at a time. "What will be our first task as women of the Richmond estate?" Her voice was strained and it was a hard question to ask for herself and Coraline. But she would do this. She had to do this.
Stepping out of the bathroom to see the dress Alex had picked for her, Monroe could not help but to smile softly. Sure, it was still a dress, but it wasn’t a pastel flowy thing with puffy sleeves and gems plastered all over. It was sleek and feminine, but just with a hint of spice. It suited her and Monroe put the clothing on willingly, shimming herself into the dress and actually enjoying how it fit on her. It was still different seeing herself painted in this light, but the dress had pockets so it couldn’t be all that bad.
Turning to face Alex, Monroe’s small grin grew even wider as she eyed in him the black suit. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to seeing you like that,” she told him softly. A light flush rose to her cheeks as he complimented her. “Thank you. Although I have your expert eye for fashion to thank for the dress. Now that is something I don’t think I’ll ever be able to understand.” While Monroe knew how to pick out clothing that was easy to move and fight in, picking out clothing for other events were a lot trickier. Her dress that she wore to tea was a prime example of her lack of appropriate fashion knowledge.
As they headed to dinner, Monroe glanced down at Alex’s shoes, noticing the colorful socks he had chosen. The red seemed to match her own dress but the pineapples? She couldn’t help but to laugh once. “Nice socks.” She smirked, shooting him a playful glare as they headed into dinner. The only way they would get through this is if they remembered who they were – what they were to each other. Arguments aside, Alex Richmond was Monroe’s saving grace – a person she would die for. She would do this dinner; she would give in slightly. The one thing that has stayed constant in her life was the small group of friends she had made that were now her family. Monroe wouldn’t risk losing them because if she lost them, Monroe would no doubt lose herself soon after.
Seeing Coraline and Jace at the dinner table caused Monroe to stiffen slightly. She didn’t know where she stood with Coraline. Swallowing, Monroe passed a light and apologetic smile to the brunette across the table. She would get her chance to apologize to her friend, however she was sure it wouldn’t happen at the dinner table, not when Alex’s mother strode in shortly after them. Sitting down after Mrs. Richmond had dismissed them, Monroe eyed the woman. Even with her newfound life and expectations, she still would never back down from a woman who disrespected her. “Alex picked out the dress.” Monroe said, her voice slightly clipped.
Surprisingly, Alex seemed fed up with his mother’s attitude and as the boy began to chip away at the woman, Monroe paled and she stared at Alexander with awe. He was taking a stand to the degrading rules, he was standing up to his own mother on her’s and Coraline’s behalf. Her throat tightened as Alex continued and if Monroe weren’t at the dinner table, she would have taken Alex’s face in her hands and kissed him so fiercely as if he were the air she breathed. It also surprised her that even Jace of all people spoke up to defend them as well. For once Monroe didn’t want to throw her drink on the arrogant boy. She closed her icy eyes for a moment, taking this all in.
When the boy’s finished, Monroe’s eyes opened again and glanced at Coraline once before returning to Mrs. Richmond. She cleared her throat and smoothed the dark red dress for a moment before she spoke. The air was thick and brooding at the dinner table. Monroe’s face was emotionless as she stared at the woman before her eyes traveled across Mrs. Richmond’s outfit.
“I like your dress.”
They had to start somewhere.
She took a sip of her wine that the servers had poured. She still hadn't grown used to the wait staff, or any of the other staff inside the estate for that manner. One thing at a time. "What will be our first task as women of the Richmond estate?" Her voice was strained and it was a hard question to ask for herself and Coraline. But she would do this. She had to do this.