Chapter 21

After a quick freshening up at the nearest guest room, Lynne decided that I should get 'geared up' for tomorrow’s field trip. So here I am now being dragged through the factories' hallways, random people along the way could only stare at us in confusion. Going through a couple of hallways till we stopped at the last one, I swear this place is like a never-ending maze; You won't know where you’re going next or what to expect from it. We entered the room to be met with a huge coliseum-like space, little cubicles lined through the sides, and in it were different tech that was being catered by a person in a lab coat. My eyes widen in wonder, lips twitching in an upright smile letting out a giggle in the process. I'm pretty sure if someone looks in my direction they would say I looked like a kid on Christmas morning, radiating excitement and joy. They surely won't miss the fact that I was beaming on my feet, bouncing with every step I take.

All in all, it looks like a schools science fair or an expo both I have never experienced before but from an article I read online this was the case scenario for it, I never understand why kids bitch about it from my perspective it would have been an awesome event that will showcase your creativity as an individual or I'm just that nerdy. A lot of oohs and ahhs came out as we ventured through the hall, I tried to watch stopping on a few exhibits but Lynne would grab me by my wrist and hauled me forward. At the 3rd attempt, I gave up with shoulders slumped and pouted. Following Lynne to the opposite side of the room.

"We're here."

Opening a door to reveal yet another room but this time it looks like a tailor shop than an exhibit, a bell ringed as we both stepped inside. The place was littered with suits from different colors to styles and sizes, racks of it displayed on both sides. There was also a reception desk towards one side with a computer on top of it but no person handling it, a door next to it, probably the office from the sound alone two people were talking. Ignoring it for the meantime, on the far end of the room was another door but this one has a fitting room sign over it and lastly, a ceiling fan whirled loudly on top of us with lights that lighted through this dull mint conditioned green wallpapered room.

"When you said 'geared up' I thought you meant getting a gun or something." I blurted out, going to the display in front of me.

Tracing the material with my fingers like if I stayed too long in one spot, I might just get burned from how ethereal it looked. Turning to see Lynne with arms crossed, one foot slightly angled far from her making her whole body in a semi-vertical position, placing all her weight on the other foot. She was about to say something but was cut off when the office door finally opened, revealing a plain-looking man. Wearing a vest over a white shirt, trousers, and measuring tape slung around his neck.

When he saw us, he brightened

"Oh Ms. Carat, haven't seen you here for a while, what can I be of service?"

Grabbing both of his together in a hold while doing a little bow to Lynne's direction, when he looks back up with chin held high and shoulders perched up, it just screams glad to be of service.

"We just got new materials from our latest deliveries." He babbled on "if miss requires a high-quality suit then I can make one as fast as I_"

"It's not for me." Lynne interjected causing the man to flinch at the declaration "it's for her."

With that said the man took staggering movement before looking at me, I never saw a man so crestfallen as this one. The pitiful look morphed to an utter look of disappointment, he let out a sigh of defeat.

"Right this way Miss?"

He straightened up his posture, gesturing to follow him to the fitting rooms

"Midnight," I answered following behind him, we reached the fitting room it's a big room with three doors and at the center of it was a little circle platform. Drapes hung in each pillar, bright red with gold tassels on one wall was a floor-length mirror that was faced to the platform, and rows of racks with different clothes hung from both sides making the whole room like an indoor fashion showcase.

"Wait so your Midnight."

It came out as a statement rather than a question, the look of bewilderment and amazement flashed through his face like a kid doubting their parents on Christmas day but there was a sparkle of hope in his eyes.

Praying that it might not be a fraud in this case me.

I took a step back in reflex as he got closer, our skins almost touching and the introvert in me freak out just a little bit. Heart rapidly racing at that very instance, hands suddenly became sweaty at my side. The look made me completely avoided eye contact altogether, oh god get this man away from me his evading my personal space, big time I might add. My lips quivered, mind blank. I tried to speak up but my breath hitched making a humming sound instead.

Sensing my discomfort and awkwardness throughout the whole ordeal, Lynne leaped through the rescue. A cough made the man sway his attention at me and looked in Lynne's direction instead, a flick of her hand to the side got the man to move away from his position. The throbbing in my heart went down at the action, relief washed over me like a warm sensation and slowly made me ease back up. Thank God please don't come near me again. However, the man looked somewhat guilty, shoulders slouched and with his head bowed down a little like a scolded puppy.

"Yup, that's me." I declared, lips curling up into a smile of pleasantry. Making my voice steady as it should be to hide the fact I just had a little panic attack a few minutes ago, digging my nails to my palms to keep me intact ignoring the fact that the area around it is now swollen and a little bit bruised, searing hot pain ached throughout my whole right arm but soon went numb.

The declaration brightened up his mood instantly, eyes shining brightly and lips twitching into a smile and a grin. It took him a couple of minutes before calling for his assistant, he then measured me from head to toe. Bust, hips, arms, so on, and so forth, saying many numbers that his assistant scribbled down on her clipboard.

A knot formed in my stomach and it twisted Every time his hands brush through my skin, I cringe at the unexpected contact. Please just finish already, if not my skin could get broken from my harsh nails and the sheer pressure.