The Outing

God I have been a nervous wreck all day, how do I look good on a first date with practically nothing. I do not look as good as I use to, my confidence is all gone, my hair looks bad, so thin and malnourished, the colours a total give away. On an occasion like this which was never this bad, I always had a wig ready, but not now as even my last and only human hair wig looks too old, it needs hot iron and that I do not have. Nothing is good with me these days, I wondered why he even took notice; rich guys like him always treat me like dirt this days and I understood why. I walked round the show room. I had just changed out of my office cloth, now I am dressed in this gown I bought for a diner outing before I lost everything that define me. I hope this is enough it not too new, it has to be enough, judging he picked me out in the rags I wore to work yesterday, not really rags but it is in my eyes, even though I know the lady that work with me will die to have the  cloth I  called rags.

I looked down at my phone as it shows a message notification and I read

"I am close to your shop are you ready for me?"  My heart beat accelerated, this is it. 

"I should be, but let me asked I hope you have nothing too fancy in mind? I am not dressed for fancy." I said playing down my insecurity. I heard rich laughter from the other side on the phone, is he now laughing at me, I should not have agreed to this whole arrangement I muter under my breath. 

"I do fancy, that's my trade mark but don't you worry we are not cancelling, I know that's your next suggestion."

"We can do this tomorrow" I quickly cheep in.    

"Then give you the chance to bail totally on me no way, don't worry it my job to make you look the part. Do not worry Princes; I know you work all day, so doing this is a pleasure." He said and I relaxed, thanking God he thought it was my work that didn't give me the time to dress the part, not the other way round  

I release the breath I didn't know I was holding then worry again 

"Are you still there Princes?"

"Yes I am, ok dear I am ready; will be waiting.

"I am outside." 

"Oh good I will just grip my bag I will be out in a jiffy." I said ending the call, as I pick my bag off the table said a quick bye to the florist and head out. I met him by the gate of the building; he gave me a quick hug and led me to his expensive car.

"Oh my god this must be expensive." I let out before I could stop myself and he smiled, that smile that melt me inside out. To cover how I feel I quickly ask. "What is the name of this car" he led me to the passenger side and open the door for me, I slip in gracefully.

"McLaren P1" He answer as he close the door gently he got in, start the car and off we go.

He is dressed in a tailored suit I am sure must cost a lot.

How much is this man worth. I stole a look at him as he drove with so much ease and confident, why is he interested in me? I wondered, not that I am that bad looking; only I have been talking myself down these days.

I can hardly forgive myself for getting me duped. Enough of all this lets just concentrate on tonight, I am sure at the end of this date I will have my answers. I hope I can dazzle him enough to be his girl friend then his wife, don't get ahead of yourself I caution my mind.

"A penny for your thought" he said cutting into my thought 

"Not worth one" I reply then quickly said. "How was work today?" 

"Didn't go to work today" he said simply not taking his eyes off the road

"Do you want to say why? Because you look healthy enough to me" 

"I wasn't this morning" his body language gives don't press this I do not wish to elaborate vibe, so i asked instead. 

"Where do you have in mind?" 

"That's a surprise, but first we need to do this" he said turning into the complex on 5th avnue which housed the most expensive boutique in the state. I couldn't breathe; to think I once shop here on my own was so dishearten. He found a parking space. 

Inside he picked out an outfit that is only befitting a queen it is pink and mostly lace.

It has a pink landing that stopped a bit above the knee, then the pink lace flows to the ankles he left my side, while I focus on the cloth.

He talked with the storekeeper and she called to me and led me to different part of the store, where they display thong and other special under wares. She picked out a fine Lacey white thong and asked me to try it on and I did. Firstly i wore the thong then the pinky lace gown. I looked into the dressing mirror then came outside to show it to her, I saw Nat standing close to her with his mouth opened as soon as he turned to look at me.

"I think we will take this one" he said to the keeper and gave her his credit card, he walked over to me and handed me the dress I tested earlier, I dashed back into the dressing room and changed into the cloth looked at myself in the mirror all I can see is a slave dressed in her mistress cloths. One my hair was off and the light that I usually see in my eyes is gone. It not the cloth that makes one I guess it is the confident that does it. I walked out the dressing room trying hard to mask my sorrow; he must have notice something was off because he immediately was by my side.

Why? Didn't you like the dress? we can change it immediately if you want"

"No the dress is perfect" I said quickly

"Then what is wrong, I have matching shoes." he said.

He brought out a black heel Sanders and bend down to fit my leg into the shoes. Then straighten up brought out a box and unveiled the gold necklace with a diamond dots with a matching earrings. I gaps as I saw it and he placed it round my neck. 

"Now you look like a goddess" he said clapping his hand 

"Almost like a goddess" the store keeper said and we both turned to look at her. "You need to work on that hair, but if you do not have enough time may I suggest a wig"

"Please do bring it" he said before I could say anything. The store keeper presented the wig she kept out of sight, its human hair I took and examine it. I have wanted to say no he had spend so much on me already, I do not know how to pay him back; but when I saw the wig I fell in love with it as i held it closely to my nose and breath in the fresh saint.

"Well then go put it on" he said with a big grin on his face. I quickly rushed into the changing room once again and fix the wig on. The transformation was unbelievable. I stood there staring at myself until I heard 

"Do you have any problem fixing that up dear? Should the lady here come help you out?"  

"No I am cool I am coming out now dear" I said quickly and walked out slowly. The look on his face was priceless; if his mouth was opened before, I could swear his jaw just touched the floor. A kind of an excitement dance through my vein as I saw his reaction to me 

"Now she looks like a queen" the store keeper said hand Nat card back to him and we made it out of the complex with his hand on my waist; guiding where I put my leg and I feel really like a queen. This is a dream I will not like waking up from.