in her room, dixie had her own personal fashion show. her newest creations spread out on the bed and her mirror doubled as a camera; telling her which pieces were good to wear, which still needed adjustments, and which should be torn to shreds and made into something else. happy with how one piece looked, she moved on to the next. tugging the dress over her head and placing it gently back in it’s place. a white skirt was next. she stepped into the skirt then stepped in front of the mirror. a smile of satisfaction spread across her lips. she began to twirl around in the skirt to see it flare before being stopped in her tracks. the boy her family had taken in stood right in her door way, staring at her with no shame. dixie’s cheeks turned bright red faster than she could grab a shirt to cover herself up with. “How-how long have you been standing there?” she nervously stammered out.Â
--a dry mocking chuckle formed in his throat and pushed past his lips. “long enough.” his tone dismissive his lips contorted in a smirk. the red tint that dyed her cheeks and the stammer in her voice presented as an invitation to enter her room that he took. he flustered her. it gave him a feeling of power over her he liked. he pushed himself from the door frame, strolling into the pretty girls room. there was a an empty space on the bed that he took. he observed her his past month in her presence. she’s sweet. nervous. anxious. smart but a pushover. “”what are you doing princess? trying on the clothes mommy and daddy bought you?”Â