Love From A Fallen Angel (Part 15)

"It's time for dinner. Are you going to come?" He was wearing a black tuxedo and his messy hair was combed and slicked back. His wings weren't visible. He must have folded them into his back. He was holding his hand out to you.
"In what I'm wearing now?" You looked down at yourself. Not the dress you wanted to wear to a formal dinner if he was wearing a tux.
"I can take you to your room so you can change before hand if you wish." He flexed his hand, beckoning you to come to him.
"Yes, please." You walked toward him and took his hand. He smiled, and you both walked to your room.

He took you to your room and you went straight to the closet. It was riddled with formal dining dresses. You didn't know which one to choose.
"Need help?" Andrew asked. He startled you.
"Sure. I guess I could use a little input."
"Should I get one of the maid's?" He asked, placing one of his hands on your shoulder. It was warm and soft.
"No. I'd like your input instead."
He walked ahead of you, looking through the dresses. He kept going, until he reached a row of dresses that were all black, but were different in one way or another. He picked through until he found one that he liked. He pulled it out to let you have a look see. It was the same green colonial dress you wore in your dream, only it was laced with black instead of white.
"How about this one?"
You seriously considered going over there and destroying it. "Sure, I guess." You walked over to him and he handed the dress to you. This dress didn't have wire hoop underneath like the one from your dream did. Andrew began to leave. "Wait!"

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