~YULIA
“Issa, how nice of you to grace us with your presence,” A middle-aged, yet very attractive woman who possessed dirty blonde hair that was neatly styled said as she approached us.
“Hesta, this is Yulia,” Issa said as he took my waist possessively.
Hesta was dressed in a dark pencil skirt that clung to her waist and legs as if it was a second skin. She wore a silk cream blouse that she tucked neatly into the skirt. She had on Chanel red bottom heels. She looked simple yet fabulous.
And I knew at first glance that she was no ordinary woman. She was a witch.
“Hello,” I said politely.
“My oh my, she is a pretty one,” Hesta said as she washed her eyes over my body as if I was a merchandize. “You really know how to pick your women.”
A mischievous smile played on her face and Issa had to clear his throat. “She is my niece, control your thoughts, Hesta.”
“Please, Issa, you may be able to fool a lot of people but you can not fool me, the way you described her is how a lover would describe the body of a woman he has thoroughly explored,” Hesta said with a light smirk.
I knew that my face was red from intense blushing.
“You told me all her body lengths from memory alone,” Hesta added coyly.
“I get it, you’re observant, you do not have to rub it in my face,” Issa muttered.
“It is so good to finally meet you, Yulia,” Hesta said in an endearing manner. She stretched her hand out for a shake and I took it.
Her hand was soft. She guided me close to her and raised my hand to turn me around like we were dancing. “Excellent body shape, perfect height, and those eyes,” She mused as she looked me over. “Have you thought of modelling?”
“She is not interested,” Issa said and gently took my arm, rescuing me from Hesta’s possessive hand.
“I believe that Ms. Yulia can speak for herself,” Hesta replied and winked at me.
I smiled and looked away. She was making me self-conscious but in a good way. “Thank you, I am flattered but I have a lot on my plate.”
Things like people wanting me dead.
“Shame,” Hestia said. “But you know where to find me when you change your mind.”
“Just show us the dress, we have a dinner to attend,” Issa said and rolled his eyes.
“Follow me,” Hesta said and led us through the fifteenth floor of the fashion house.
It was like she was taking us on a tour of the building. The interior of the whole space was a masterpiece of artistry, designed in such a way to leave a lasting and breathtaking impression on everyone who stepped in.
Chevron patterned marble floors polished to an almost gleaming sun-like finish, chandeliers hanging from double height ceilings, illuminating the whole floor with a warm golden light that gave the place an almost ethereal glow. The walls were adorned with abstract artworks, giving the whole space an air of creativity and sophistication.
I knew that this was where the magic that was Chanel was created.
Hesta pushed a large silver door open. It led to the main showroom.
“This is one of my best works yet, wear it with pride,” Hesta said.
Mannequins dressed in the latest haute couture pieces stood like sculptures on sleek raised platforms of glasses and lacquered wood. Racks of clothes were spaced far apart, hanging on polished metal fixtures that gleamed under soft lighting which ensured that every garment stood displayed like a piece of art.
It was like I was in a paradise of attires where fashion angels resided. A show light came on revealing a garment that made me gasp in awe. It stood out from the rest and I knew Hesta had really taken her time to make this dress.
The dress on the mannequin was an elegant form-fitting grey gown that exuded glamour. The type that was worn on red carpets. It was designed to accentuate my figure with a plunging neckline that added a bold touch of confidence.
“Issa,” I whispered, unable to take my eyes off the dress.
“That means she likes it,” Hesta said proudly.
“Wrong,” I said, still watching the dress, unable to believe that it was real. “I love it!”
What made the dress standout more than I thought was the intricate gold chain embellishments, which draped gracefully across the chest, shoulders, and waist; creating a layered and almost regal appearance.
The straps of the gown were also crafted from gold chains, which enhanced the design. The chains extended across exposed shoulders creating a jewellery-like effect. The gown’s hemline was long and reached the floor with a simple elegant finish.
The shoes were of matching colours, metallic grey high-heeled sandals.
“This is so…stunning to look at,” I said breathlessly.
“You are welcome,” Hesta replied and clapped her hands.
The doors flew open and women dressed in white uniforms entered the room. “This is my spa team, they will take care of the two of you, especially Ms. Yulia, I can not have you putting on that dress with all that sweat from wherever you came from, no offense.”
“None taken,” I said absent-mindedly as I gaped at the dress. I finally forced myself to look away and glanced at Issa. “You have really outdone yourself, Lycan Frostwood,” I said with a grateful smile.
“Anything for you, Ms. Moonshadow,” He replied in a husky tone.
“Yeah, niece my ass,” Hesta said and gracefully left the showroom.
The spa team led both of us out and took us to the spa area where Issa and I were given a deep tissue massage, our hair washed thoroughly and we were also given a soothing pedicure.
I was physically relaxed when I finally put the dress on. It fit me perfectly and Issa had on a tux. I knew we were going to raise a lot of eyebrows tonight.
I could not tell if I was ready but I knew what I had to do. I was going to full the Canis Board…