I arrived in Paris looking and smelling like a homeless woman. My aunt, damn her, was waiting for me looking like a tall, vampire model, wearing a ridiculous black, glittering dress that was so low it showed the edge of her navel and in her hand was a black, lace umbrella I walked towards her, seeing her face light up in a bright smile.
"Lilly, you look atrocious. Its wonderful to see you." She led me to get my baggage then led me to her limo and ushered me in.
"My Brother says that you need regular sleep, that will put us behind schedule but I guess there is nothing that can be done about it. You are so cute, but you smell terrible, so we are going to the hotel right away and I want you to freshen up then we need to shop."
I moaned and laid my head back against the loft leather head rest and closed my eyes letting the bumpy ride calm my nerves. It had to be only a little after lunch here, so it made sense that my Aunt would want to go shopping, but I was exhausted and I knew that there would be no hope of getting anything done until I went to sleep.
We arrived at the hotel and walked into the pent house, I ignored my Aunt directing bell hops all around to organize things, as well as carry in all the luggage, my two bags and her seventeen. I, instead, went straight for the bathroom, and turned on the large Jacuzzi tub and took a heavenly, hot bath. It must have been soothing because before I knew it my Aunt was staring down at me and the water was very cold. I shivered from both her black stare and the water, before standing up and toweling quickly off.
"I forgot about human inclination towards jet lag." She rubbed the bridge of her nose and slumped down in the chair in my room, "I'm trying Lilly, but you are going to have to work with me here. We only have a few days to get you six months worth of appropriate clothing."
I put on a pair of jeans, a black bra, and a white tank top then sat on the bed. I looked out the window feeling entirely overwhelmed. No one seemed to care that my entire life had just been uprooted, that I went from happy American teenager who just graduated, to a European vampire prince's betrothed. I sighed and turned back to my Aunt who's desperate look had disappeared and turned into serious calculations.
Her eyes roamed my body and suddenly I felt the need to cover myself with my blanket. Before I could manage it my Aunt had me out of the bed and was observing me entirely from head to toe.
She grabbed a handful of my hair and scrunched it, watching it drop and spring back in soft curls, "What is going on with your hair?"
"What?" I ran my fingers through it, trying to untangle the drying curls.
My Aunt ignored me and stared straight at my breast, leaning forward and grabbing both and squeezing them softly. She lifted them and released them, again, soft and bouncy, I wanted to die. She glared at me through narrowed eyes, "Strip to your bra and panties."
I hesitated and she barked a loud now, snapping me out of any sense of shyness I might have had.
I stripped quickly and stood feeling more like meat on the market than a person as my aunt poked and pinched and grabbed different parts of my body. Finally she stood back with a smug look on her face, "Your mother failed to tell me how voluptuous you were."
