When we get to the salon, Christian picks out a beautiful hairstyle. It puts my hair in braids, and then in a high bun, braids wraped around eachother, then tied, with two strands hanging down either side, with one strand left dangling down over the forehead, and a few pieces falling into my eyes, framing my pretty features. Then, Christian buys me a pretty, tight, red dress with a zipper, in which he says "gets your every single curve right," I thank him, and he takes me to the next store. There, he picks out a pair of ruby red glass slipers.

"Oh my goodness! It makes it look like they are real rubies!" Christian frowns. "What?" I ask him.

"Just the fact that you think I would get you anything other than the best..."

"What are you talking about? I love these!"

"They are rubies, Raegan." I gasp, and immediatly take them off. "No, no, you will wear these tonight, and you will be fuck worthy." He says, and I grin. Then he takes me to a jewelry shop, and asks for 1 ruby neclace, half an inch tall, and a third inch wide. I am staring at a bracelet, meanwhile. It is made of fake rubies, wrapping around the manican's wrist, with copper painted silver wraping itself around the fake rubies. A replica of the one next to it. Completely pure. Christian catches me staring at it, and whispers something into the jeweler's ear. He goes behind the counter, and, instead of getting the replica I was looking at, gets me the real one. I can't convince him to not buy it, so I get changed and get into the limosuine.

"Hey, baby, you do know that we aren't actually going to a party, right?" Christian asks me.

"What?!"

"Yeah, we are going to an event, called The Royal Couple's Galla."

I've heard of that place before, but from where? I try hard to remember, but that's like trying to find a needle in a haystack.