Clem was watching the stylist’s assistant with a curious eye when she felt Tura’s hand touch hers. The sudden contact made her flinch and her breathing hitched from the sheer unexpectedness. Her head whipped to look at her hand, which he now held completely. Blue eyes stared for a moment, then glanced up to Tura’s face. He looked strained. As much as she was unaccustomed to holding hands with anyone, Clem couldn’t find it in her to let go. Her companion seemed like he needed the contact, so she gave his hand a gentle squeeze.
Clem cringed just as hard as Tura when the assistant woman screeched out. How could people be so unabashedly loud and annoying? The tailor himself had arrived and she was fawning over him. The way the man looked at his assistant and spoke to her made Clem’s gut twist in unease and disgust. She had encountered a few men like this one in her younger years. It still struck the same feeling inside her and she remained on edge.
It seemed Tura felt the same way, as his hand squeezed hers so tight that it felt like a few bones might break with a little more effort. Clem was relieved that he recognized the awful behavior of Santiago towards Lexi. Oftentimes the men she had met simply didn’t notice attitudes like that of the tailor, or even didn’t think it was a problem. She gave a grateful glance Tura’s way, despite her hand being nearly crushed in his own. The tailor approached, addressing Tura first. He spouted off about the details of a suit for the man, then stalked around the podiums to Clem. She narrowed her eyes as she watched Santiago look her over. Predatory brown eyes lingered on her chest and hips. Clem nearly launched herself off of the platform and beat him to a pulp right there. She felt vulnerable under his disgusting gaze and she hated it. Fingers in her unoccupied hand twitched, itching to deck the tailor just once.
After explaining her outfit, Santiago swiftly raised his hands and used his magic on Tura. Clem couldn’t help but let out a little laugh as the magic took effect. Tura was left in a ridiculous outfit. Fishnets?!
That was so not his style. Santiago attempted to fix the outfit, but failed again. Clem couldn’t contain her snort of amusement, which earned her a glare from Lexi.
It seemed that Tura didn’t find it amusing, though. Clem quelled her laughter, not wanting to upset her friend. He had stopped Santiago from continuing to mess up. The tailor said that the outfit magic lasted until the ceremony was over. Any attempt to change it was futile. Tura had turned to her and was apologizing for his appearance. Clem’s brow furrowed in confusion. Some of her guildmate’s mannerisms still confused her. Why would she be offended by seeing his body? Maybe it had to do with something in his past.“No worries, Tura,”
she hastily replied. “I seen some skin before, it don’t bother me.”
Truth be told, she found the outfit kind of endearing. It was definitely far from the expected one and looked so out of place on Tura.
Santiago and Lexi had taken a moment to try to fix his magic while Clem and Tura talked. The tailor cleared his throat, catching their attention again. “Now, is time for the bride’s outfit. This should go correct.”
Clem wasn’t convinced. She stood up tall on the podium with her eyes closed and braced herself for the magic to hit. As much as she didn’t want to have an outfit mishap, she was willing to endure it if it could make Tura feel less awful about his own.
Santiago approached and raised his hands. He got a little too close for Clem’s comfort. She could feel his breath on her face. One blue eye shot open and stared daggers at the tailor. His hands were outstretched a little too close to her chest. “Back off bud, unless you want to lose both hands,”
Clem whispered fiercely to him. Santiago took a step back in fear. The expression on his face told the painter that he wasn’t used to women fighting back against his creepy behavior. She felt a little satisfied.
The magic sprouted from Santiago’s hands. Clem opened one eye hesitantly. The first thing she noticed was pink, and lots of it. Her chest and arms were covered in a ridiculous frilly top
with sheer sleeves that made her feel like walking cotton candy. On her bottom half was a tight, short skirt of the same color. “What the-?”
Clem began angrily, but Santiago was already fixing his mistake with a panicked look on his face. Lexi was staring angrily at the back of the tailor’s head.
The magic hit Clem again. This time, she could already feel the air on her skin. The shirt she had been put in had long, puffy lace sleeves
. Over her torso, though, there was barely any material. It covered her chest just barely, but left huge patches of skin exposed on her chest and midriff. Short jean shorts rode high on her hips.
Clem let out a gasp and crossed her arms to cover her exposed skin. This was not clothing she wanted to be wearing! Especially for a wedding! She turned to Santiago with furious blue eyes. How dare he put her in such a revealing outfit! It was obvious he did it for his own benefit. Clem felt disgusted and exposed. The tailor was staring at her intensely while Lexi stood at his side with her jaw on the floor. Clem stepped down from the podium, uncrossing her arms and forming them into fists at her side. Each storming step brought her towards Santiago. Lexi snapped out of her shock and was already berating him. “HOW DARE YOU! YOU WERE SUPPOSED TO MAKE A WEDDING DRESS! HOW COULD YOU PUT SUCH A REVEALING OUTFIT ON HER! YOU’RE BASICALLY CHEATING ON ME!”
Clem stopped in front of the two. “Fuck you,”
she said furiously, then landed a vicious kick between Santiago’s legs. He doubled over with a wheeze, where Clem’s knee met his nose with a bloody CRACK
. Lexi grabbed his sleeve and began dragging him away, likely to yell at him a lot more. Clem whirled on her heel and nearly ran back to Tura. She felt too exposed in his outfit and wanted to just get on with this job. The faster they could get out of these outfits, the better.
Clem grabbed Tura’s hand without second thought and pulled him towards the dais. “Come on,”
she said curtly. “Let’s get this over with so we can get back into our normal clothes.”
She was furious, disgusted, and embarrassed with what Santiago had done to her clothes. The painter was only okay with being this exposed on her own terms and with clothing that she
chose. But it hadn’t been her choice, and now Tura was able to see parts of her that he shouldn’t be.