Transmigrated as an Extra: Awakening of The Ex‐Class'-Chapter 34 : Weekend part 7

Aliana’s question left him a little surprised, but I decided to ignore it for the moment. After a while, we arrived at one of the most luxurious stores in the city: "bella." When I saw their outfits, I knew it was no joke. The designs were stunning, with fabrics that perfectly adapted to the body of the wearer without the need for visible seams. The materials, such as D-rank monster leather, gave a feeling of strength and elegance at the same time, something that not only offered durability but also a touch of distinction. The leather, dark and with metallic sparkles, reflected the light in a subtle way. The prices, of course, cost a fortune.

Upon entering, a young receptionist greeted us with an impeccable smile, a professional attitude that left no doubt that this place was used to receiving demanding customers. The store was modern and luxurious, with carefully arranged shelves and top quality clothing everywhere. As I stood looking, not knowing what to choose from such a variety, Aliana took the initiative. With a confident gesture, she approached the saleswoman and began to speak immediately, as if she already knew the place.

– Show me this year’s collection, and also everything you have available for him. Aliana said, in a firm but cordial tone, looking at the saleswoman with confidence.

The young woman, with a small nod, smiled and quickly replied:

– Oh, yes, of course. Right away, miss. – She turned around and began to walk towards one of the most exclusive sections of the store, in that place the best-made suits were displayed. But, before walking away, she added in a softer tone, as if she wanted to make sure we didn’t miss anything:

– We also have some new models that arrived this morning, if you’d like to take a look at them.

Aliana, with a slight nod, followed the saleswoman with an excited look. She didn’t seem to have any doubts about what she wanted, but she was always willing to explore new options.

– Very well, guide me towards those new models. – I appreciate you showing me before I decide on something. And please make sure that the outfits you show me are suitable for sudden movements. – Aliana added, looking at me out of the corner of her eye.

The saleswoman nodded without losing her composure. Her ability to serve customers was unsurpassed.

– Of course, miss. I will prepare something that suits your style. We have some modern and classic cuts, which arrived not long ago and I am sure they would look fantastic on you. – She said as she began to take out several haute couture garments, each one more striking than the last.

While Aliana and the saleswoman chatted, I stood there, somewhat bewildered. The outfits seemed straight out of a dream, out of a 90s mafia movie, the options were fascinating, the attention they gave us made the whole process feel extremely personalized. Suddenly, the saleswoman approached with several outfits in her hands.

– Here you go sir, these are some of the latest models. I have taken the liberty of bringing you a collection made by one of our new designers, which I think will suit you wonderfully, the theme is: "starry night". Both are made with the best C-rank monster leather and have a perfect fit that highlights the figure of the wearer.

The conversation continued, but I found it very difficult to follow the two women, I simply took everything they gave me and walked towards the fitting rooms. As I approached, I couldn’t help but think that the quality of the materials was insane and surely their cost was the same "was it really necessary to go to such extremes for an auction?" I thought.

I first unbuttoned my shirt and began to put on my suit, it was quite elegant, black with jet black edges, the edges of the sleeves were gold, it included a grey vest that was quite comfortable and fit me perfectly.

The fitting room was simpler than I had imagined, however, it was still quite luxurious, with a full-length mirror with carved edges and a soft light that illuminated the room without clashing. I closed the door behind me and began to unbutton my shirt, letting the fabric fall to the floor. My finely slender body was reflected in the mirror. I picked up the suit I had chosen. It was a masterpiece: an elegant black color, with jet-black details that gave it a dark yet sophisticated look. I took it carefully, appreciating the softness of the fabric, and slid it down my arms. The suit soon began to contract, the fit was perfect. The garment had adapted to my body as if it were a second skin. The edges of the sleeves, blue in tone, shone discreetly under the light.

The black vest that accompanied the outfit had an incredibly soft feel, and as I put it on, I noticed how effortlessly it fit. It was slightly lighter than I expected, . Details such as the minimal stitching and small button-like inlays with mana stones on the edges, the dark tie with a gold pin and chain of the same tone showed a level of refinement that was hardly found in any other store. The monster leather, although supple and light, conveyed a feeling of protection.

Finally, I looked at myself in the mirror. The suit fit me perfectly, but my hair was still a mess, with fluid movements, I combed my hair, the messy strands that covered my forehead were cleared, thrown back. The suit now not only fit my figure, but looked like it had been designed to bring out the best in me. With a couple of final adjustments to the vest, I walked out of the dressing room and met up with Aliana.

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«aliana’s perspective»

My gaze met that of the blue-eyed boy, and for a moment, everything around me seemed to stop. The rest of the room, the conversations, the laughter, faded away as my eyes focused on him.

"Gulp..." I felt my throat close up and swallowed with difficulty.

I knew he was attractive, but seeing him now, all dressed up, left me speechless, there was something about him that made him stand out, a presence I couldn’t ignore.

Those eyes... so deep, so melancholic and captivating. I felt instantly trapped, almost as if they could see the story behind the "Cyan Vesper" persona. His perfect skin made me doubt he was real. And now that he smiled subtly with that little curve to his lips, I understood why that little bitch had ignored me.

I bit my lower lip without realizing it, my mind spinning a thousand miles an hour. There was something about the way he moved, the way he walked around the room, that attracted me with an intensity I couldn’t explain. I didn’t know if it was his appearance or if there was something else. But seeing him so well-groomed, with that attitude of confidence that seemed to emanate from each of his movements, from his posture, left me completely captivated.

Seeing him like that, a bold thought began to invade my mind. I wanted to make him mine, and also: "Why shouldn’t I be the one to have him?" I told myself that I should approach him, talk to him, make him see me in a different way. My mind wasn’t thinking rationally and I didn’t want to stop thinking about him either.

Unfortunately, my thoughts were interrupted, the murmur around me began to increase. Next to me a group of women approached, clearly intrigued by the boy’s presence. The laughter of their conversation began to fill the air as I watched them.

– Wow, he looks amazing! Who is it?

Another girl, eyes wide, answered almost immediately.

– Yes, he’s... he’s stunning! Is he a model or something?

A third girl came even closer, clearly excited, as she pulled her cell phone out of her bag:

– Model? Mercenary? Whatever, but he’s... – she couldn’t find the words and simply stared, losing track of what she was saying.

One of the girls who seemed to be more outgoing, with a big smile on her face, took a step forward, looking at the others as if she had found the perfect solution:

– Let’s ask him for a photo! Maybe he’ll give us his number!

They all nodded quickly, their faces lit up with excitement. It was as if suddenly, they had all completely forgotten any shame or fear.

– Yes, please, give me your number, that would be great! – one of them shouted, as she frantically searched through her bag.

– I don’t know, girls, what if he has a partner? – asked one of the shyest ones, looking at the boy from afar.

– What does it matter? Look how he looks! – said another, as she started walking towards him without thinking twice.

The group came closer, clearly nervous but determined. I watched everything with a mix of emotions that I couldn’t control. My chest tightened as I saw how everyone moved towards him, I didn’t know if it was really jealousy or a very vague obsession.

I bit my lip, feeling a pang in my stomach. My gaze fixed on the boy once again, noticing how he was still standing with that stupid smile on his face, as if everything that happened around him wasn’t his fault.