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A Maid's Tale	By : tealover Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Het - Male/Female Views: 886 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Selphie had stars in her eyes as she walked down Winhill�s
fashion district beside Rinoa. She hadn�t gone to a masquerade ball in over four
years and had missed the experience more than anything. She liked shopping but
truly loved parties. Each of the buildings they passed had perfectly trimmed
greenery and flowers decorating their sidewalks. Glass windows with beautiful
displays were meant for potential shoppers to see what�s inside. Ballari had
already bought a forest green dress from the Siren Boutique and was spending
the rest of the day inside Kadowaki Bookstore.

Rinoa was still undecided and Selphie kept twirling her
umbrella in annoyance. Selphie already bought a yellow dress from a
lesser-known boutique but couldn�t find the right slippers to go with it.
Nothing stores had to offer seemed to match such a bright color. A sky blue
dress caught Rinoa�s eye and Rinoa stopped at the window displaying it.

�Sefie, let�s go in here?� Rinoa started walking in and
Selphie followed.

A portly woman with gray hair from behind the counter
stepped towards the two women and another smaller woman took their coats and
umbrellas. �Good afternoon ladies and welcome to Shiva�s. How may we be of
service to you?�

�I�d like to try the blue dress on display, Madame.� Rinoa
said while pointing to it. Selphie took a seat on one of the waiting chairs and
drummed her fingers on the armrest while looking around.

�Of course you may. � the graying woman snapped her fingers
and suddenly two more women came to remove the dress from it�s display. �Please
come with me.� Rinoa nodded and followed the older woman to the back rooms.

After what seemed like an eternity, Selphie got bored of
waiting and stood up to walk around and look at some of the clothes. Just as
she began doing so, a brown haired woman immediately appeared at her side. �Do
you need any help?� she asked in a trained voice.

�Excuse me, aren�t these men�s clothes?� Selphie asked while
scrunching her nose at a black and white pinstriped suit jacket. Just as the
woman was about to answer, Rinoa and the trio of saleswomen emerged from the
changing rooms. �Oh wow! Rin that looks great with your hair color!� Rinoa
stood in front of three full-length mirrors, which were angled in such a way
that she could see her sides. As she was getting a better look at the dress,
the women continued to adjust the dress to fit her properly. Rinoa smiled and
tried her best to stay still and quiet, as pins were being put through the
dress at various points.

�As I was going to say, these are not men�s clothes. They�re
actually high fashion designs by Xu.� The brown haired woman said.

Selphie took a pair of pants from the rack and waved them at
Rinoa, �Look Rin! Trousers for women! Now there�s something that will NEVER
happen!� Rinoa craned her neck to look at the pants and raised an eyebrow.

�I have to agree.� The saleswoman sighed. �Between us, Xu�s
fashions aren�t doing that well. None of them have sold from here in the past
month. Xu�s main investor, a Quistis Trepe has been running a large debt
because of it.�

�Did you say Quistis?� Rinoa abruptly turned around until a
few needles poked her and she squeaked. The women fussing about Rinoa�s body
tugged her back into position and the gray haired woman made a smacking noise
with her cheeks in annoyance.

�Yes, it�s well known that Lady Quistis Trepe is the main
sponsor behind Xu�s fashions in Deling City. These fashions were the biggest
thing for only one season, it didn�t do well outside of Deling since most
women��

Rinoa�s forehead creased with worry as the woman continued
to talk about Quistis� mistake in putting all her money towards the Xu fashion
house. Fashions meant for men but made for women, that sure sounds like
Quistis�I hope she�s all right.

Rinoa, Ballari and Selphie carried large boxes of masks,
shoes, accessories and dresses after they finished having tea at a small bistro.
Selphie was sulking over how she will never find matching shoes for the yellow
dress. They began their walk towards the carriages and passed an antique glass
shop on the way. Selphie looked in the window and paused.

�I think I found my shoes!� Selphie squealed as she ran into
the shop. The other two women followed her in. A bell rang as the glass door
shut behind them and Selphie dropped her boxes onto a chair. �How much for the
glass slippers in the window?�

A middle-aged man with dark hair who was busy dusting other
glass ornaments turned around and cleared his throat. �I wish I had a gil for
each time a woman rushed into my store asking to try those on��

�Well�?� Ballari asked. �How much?�

�Normally it would be three hundred gil but since there�s
not been a woman who has ever been able to fit into them... I�d be willing to
part with them for two fifty. That is, if you can even get them on.� The man
brought the shoes to Selphie, who sat on a chair and slowly tried them on.

With Hyne as my witness I will fit into these shoes!
They�re perfect for my dress and are just my style! Selphie gulped and
placed her feet inside.

�Well I�ll be damned... you must have the smallest feet in
all of Galbadia.� the old man cleared his throat as Selphie got up and spun in
place as though she was doing ballet. Rinoa and Ballari shook their heads at
Selphie�s antics.

�WHOOHOO! I�ll take them!� Selphie chimed as she continued
to dance around.

The sun had since set and Lauren was walking down St. Zack�s
Street, one of the side streets of Deling City. The street was well lit and
filled with exclusive upper-class men�s clubs. Lauren had arrived in Deling for
a weekend visit to her family�s house and was still in her uniform. She often
walked this path during her youth in the hopes of meeting some rich noble men
on her way home but now she walked the route purely out of habit.

Lauren turned a corner and saw a young man dressed in a dark
coat with the most exquisite cut she had ever seen. He was standing on the sidewalks
and facing right in her direction. The closer she came to him, she noticed he
had an extremely white starched neckloth and his face was mostly obscured by
his top hat.

�Excuse me.� Lauren tried to walk around him, as she did a
half bow to the man. Instead of moving, the man continued to stand in her way
and she looked up at his face. He had blond hair, extremely fair skin and
looked to be about 20 years old. His elegant dress, his flawless face, and the
manner in which he carried himself stunned Lauren speechless.

He took off his hat and began to speak �Who to the stars
uncrowns your majesty�� when Lauren didn�t answer he asked, �Pray, may I have
the pleasure of knowing your name?�

�L-Lauren. My name is Lauren, Sire.� She managed to stammer
out while continuing to stare into his green eyes.

�Dear Lauren, I would sooner die than be separated from such
beauty as yours.� Lauren just barely contained her smile.

This is a chance and I�m not ruining it. �Why, you flatter me, Sire.� Lauren fluttered
her eyelids, playing the part of an innocent young maiden.

�Would you do the honors of accompanying me to the Count�s
soiree?� he held out a perfectly gloved hand, waiting for her reply.

�I�m just a poor maid of the Leonhart family, Sire. I do not
think such a thing would be appropriate.� Lauren put her right hand to her
forehead and turned away, acting as though she was helpless.

�Oh� I already know. I�m a member of the Almasy family.� He
held the silver lapel on Lauren�s jacket and Lauren turned to him, dropping her
hand. It was the Leonhart family crest symbolizing a lion, which he knew was
named Griever.

Lauren took his hand; she knew very well how much the Almasy
family hated the Leonharts. �You know?�

�All I want is your companionship. Tonight shall be a
favorable occasion.� He said as he put her arm around his and began to walk
towards Count Kashkbald�s manor.

Lauren smirked, �So it shall.�
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