Salacity~~♠️Michael Langdon♠️

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Hello all my beautiful people. This chapter was extra long //aka nearly 7,000 words while my longest chapter before this was about 3,500 words// and I had a lot going on since I posted the last chapter with school, show choir, and work. I know I said smut //might// be in this chapter, but it is definitely going to be near the beginning of the next chapter to that will tame all of you thirsties ;) I don't really have anything else to add so yeah...enjoy!

OH yeah I'm too lazy to edit any grammar things right now so I'll go back and do it later but sorry if a misspelled word or a comma where it shouldn't be ruins your reading experience. I'll try harder next time //not really that was a lie//.

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Sloth:   An excessive laziness or the failure to act and utilize one's talents  

The next two days leading up to Halloween had been a blur. Saoirse had even noticed Michael had toned down the amount he flirted with her since she'd broken down in his room. She only hoped she hadn't scared him away; only, she didn't know why she cared so much.

Nonetheless, she had bigger things to worry about. The Halloween Soiree was tonight, and Saoirse still hadn't figured out a costume. It wasn't easy like it used to be when she could just go to a Target and pic up a pair of fishnets and a large t-shirt and call that a costume. She couldn't even count on her fingers how many times that hack saved her.

She'd gone through her wardrobe a million times over, and still couldn't think of anything sufficient enough to be a Victorian Costume even though she'd dressed in gorgeous Renaissance dresses every day. Even now as she tried to get some sort of muse for a costume, she found nothing.

Saoirse passed dress after dress in the wardrobe, but at second glance, she swore she caught sight of a dress she'd never seen before.

No, it couldn't be. She'd been through these dresses too many times to trick herself out like that.

But wait. Maybe she wasn't playing tricks on herself. The brunette frowned as she moved the second to last dress on the rack out of her way. And what hung in front of her confused her.It was a gorgeous maroon colored dress with sequins on the bodice that looked like it would hug her in all the right spots. She hesitantly reached for it, removing the hangar from the rack carefully, finding a note to be attached to it. Saoirse took the note off and looked to see there was only an -L inscribed on it. The brunette smiled to herself. Too bad Langdon wasn't attending the ball.

She did have to admit she was a bit upset when he'd told her that he wouldn't be going, but he seemed incredibly ominous and assured her she'd still have an interesting time without him around to keep her company with Ember.

As she further examined the dress, she noticed a small lace mask was tied to one of the straps of the dress that was black. He really had gone all out. But for what?

Well, now that her costume situation was figured out, she only needed her hair done and make up, and she knew exactly where to go. Gallant. She was pretty sure he still liked her enough to at least do her hair. Besides, it's not like he had anything else better to do.

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It hadn't taken much convincing, but she did get Gallant to do her hair, although it came with a lot of complaining from Coco about how Gallant better not let Saoirse upstage her.

He'd merely curled her hair, without heat in all his amazingness. He even put her hair in a half up half down style by dutch braiding back the sides of her hair. He'd even stuck in a compliment when Coco wasn't paying attention about what gorgeous hair she had.

She had dressed in the purple gown Langdon had left for her and adjusted the mask on her face. She'd carefully put on the dark burgundy colored lipstick Gallant had given her and looked at her figure one last time in the mirror in her bathroom. The gown had fit her perfectly and Gallant's simple job on her hair had looked gorgeous. Her dark locks hung in loose curls just past her elbows.''