Amour Mystérieux

thirty one (1)

VICTORIA'S POV

I crossed my legs impatiently as I sat outside of my closet. Sophia had refused to come out because she was 'embarrassed' at the clothing she was wearing.

"Sophia, I'm tired of waiting. Get out of the closet." I heard quiet shuffling inside the closet as Sophia moved towards the door. I squinted my eyes slightly as I used my powers to scan the door.

Sophia was holding on to the handle tightly with one hand as the other hand was wrapped around her waist. "Victoria, don't you think this outfit is a bit too much....I'm not used to wearing clothes like these."

I rolled my eyes trying to refrain myself from just cursing at her. "Sophia, it's a skirt and tube top. You picked this one because you thought everything else in my closest was too sexy."

When she didn't reply I opened the closest door causing her to fall forward landing beside my heels. I looked down at her, shaking my head as I helped her up.

"You are acting dumb," I commented as I turned her towards the mirror so she could see how great she looked in my clothes. Sophia tilted her head looking at herself before nodding.

"I do think the skirt could be shorter..." Sophia sent me a glare, shaking her head vigorously. "....maybe next time." I continued. Sophia shook her head before putting on the heels I placed out for her.

"Did you pick out a purse?" I questioned as I walked back into my closet picking how a Louis Vuitton handbag. Sophia shook her causing me to sigh before walking back into the closet and throwing her a pink vintage Dior bag.

"I can't use this....it's a one of a kind."

"And?"

"And?! That's a good 3,000 dollars."

I raised my eyebrow, what was she whining about all my purses were that price and more. I just shrugged at her before nodding, "Then take care good care of it I guess."

Sophia mumbled something about rich people as she followed me out of my bedroom. We made our way down the stairs and to the foyer where Bradlee and Greyson were waiting.

I whistled causing their attention to turn to us, "You guys look très magnifique."

"As do you, mademoiselle," Bradlee said as he spun me around. I laughed slightly before moving away, my eyes caught Greyson who was staring at an awkward Sophia.

'Tell her she looks, good idiot.' I spoke as I mind linked to Greyson.

'I was getting to that.' He replied, his eyes never once leaving Sophia.

'Before or after you wiped the drool from your face.' Greyson's hand immediately shot up to his face, before realizing that I was only kidding. He shot me a glare before walking up to Sophia.

"You look amazing." Sophia looked up at Greyson with wide eyes before looking away, tucking a piece of hair behind her ears.

"You think so?" She questioned. Greyson smiled and grabbed her hand, "I know so."

Sophia grinned and hugged Greyson, Bradlee and I looked at each other confused. "That was easy," Bradlee whispered, leaning closer. I rolled my eyes and shook my head.