บท 42: Chapter 42 - Scary

The smile on my face froze. Why did he use my real name?

In all the years we have known each other he never used my real name. At least to my face. Don't get me wrong I have tried to get him to use my real name but he never budged. Rather than argue with a donkey I decided to just leave him to do as he pleased.

He must've noticed my lack of reaction as he quickly backtracked his response.

"Sorry I wanted to convey I was serious about my appreciation. You don't know just how annoying this whole day has been getting all the art in and not even being able to take a seat."

He adjusted his hoodie and stuffed his old one in the bag. He grin going from ear to ear. "Trust that I won't stop calling you a nickname. Actually I think it's almost time to retire princess into something else."

I groaned. I should have just played along. Whenever he retired an old nickname he would test out a few until he found one that fit which was irritating as I would not be aware of he was taking to me.

"Whatever." I turned back having completed my goal and focused on the display. The dress and suit glittered under the lights. It was set up in the stand and at the moment my team was adding the antitheft measures needed for the display.

Because of the nature of the dress we included a boning series where instead of a bone for structural support we added the alarm system as well as the ink releasers. It would spray a foul ink which would ruin the dress and set off the alarms for us to come in time.

The dress alone was a couple hundred pounds which made it difficult to move so a team of four was required to move it.

The jewels made it look like moving water with how it reflected the light. The men's suit was also vivid to look at. We decided on using a mixture of dark greens and purples as well as black and blues to give it a kind of oil spill effect.

It was kind of sentimental looking at it. When Felix and I were engaged my mom and I briefly window shopped at wedding dresses in catalogs and in person to see what style I would like.

Even though the dress was going to be handmade for me we wanted to see what styles were out there and if any specific design choice was something I wanted.

My stylist would take a general list of silhouettes or details I liked and curate my wardrobe around it making a one of a kind outfit.

My wedding dress was the same idea but since it was a formal gown and I have never even tried one on, I did not know what I did or did not like.

'Maybe another time.' I tore my gaze from the display to sign off on paperwork. "What the hell do you mean it's not done?"

Deans voice cut through the hustle and bustle of the workers and instinctively everyone became silent.

His temper was probably more notorious than anything else about Dean. He was quick to anger and unlike other people was not afraid to act on his emotions.

He visibly got angrier and angrier at the person on the other end of the line. His brows forming a deep line as they pulled closer together from him frowning.

He had rolled up his sleeves when he was assisting in the set up but his exposed forearms had now hosted both his tattoos and protruding veins as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

"Ok everyone let's just take a break and slowly back out of the room." I loudly whispered to every person in the room and as if held at gunpoint everyone set down what they held and backed out slowly.

I wasn't going to be one of those girls that try to talk a man out of aggression. One because it was stupid and two because I was not confident enough that my presence alone was enough to snap him out of that.

So I sent him a text and sat outside with everyone. After a few minutes he came storming out but paused and took a deep breathe before addressing us.

"We should be good to wrap up. Head home and rest up. Opening pitch tomorrow."

He walked off leaving the rest of us stunned. "Well... he handled that way better than I thought. Ok lets wrap up and head home everyone."

After that incident the team cleaned up and headed home in record time. By the time I was about to leave I saw Dean leaning against his car, seemingly waiting for me. "Hop in, I can give you a ride back."

I texted my driver to head home and I got in his car. This was a different car than when he was at the engagement party. It was a deep green Aston Martin. We drove in silence before he suddenly spoke up. "You're not gonna ask?"

I was nodding off so I got startled a bit when he interrupted the silence. "Sorry come again?"

He sighed leaning his head on his free hand. His eyes closed for a bit before opening again to focus on the road. "You are not curious about why I got angry?"

"Ahhh." I yawned and stretched a bit to wake up. "I figured that maybe something you needed for the exhibition was not done in time. Also not that I wasn't curious but everyone has different habits when they are upset. I like to isolate myself and just rage in my own bubble. You on the other hand rage at the whole world if you can. At least based on that incident in school your anger is a sight to behold. "

"Pfft." He held in his laughter but I could tell from his eyes he found my answer extremely amusing. The light and mirth in his eyes gave him a depth very few actually see. In photos his eyes are like a void, deep and dangerous yet also mildly inviting.

"I see. Trust that I do remember that day and since then my anger management has gotten a lot better. "

I yawned and snuggled back into my spot on the side of window. "I am happy for that. You can be quite scary otherwise."