Surrogate For Mr CEO

There were worse things than experiencing a heartbreak and one of it was having to choose from thousands of cringing dresses to buy just to make my old man satisfied.

"This is one of our first collections," the salesgirl smiled and I forced a smile on my face, pretending to be following her, whereas I just wanted to butt out of here and never return.

"It's the best choice for ladies that desire to win a man's heart. It will capture the heart of any man in one glance and make them desire you. You simply become irresistible."

I scoffed, eyeing the dress in disgust, there was no possible way I was ever going to wear that.

"Would you love to try it out?" The ginger haired sales girl asked, looking all cheerful about making me test the dress and it irritated me.

"I don't think I'll……"

"Yes, she will love to try out the dress," Aunty Tessy interrupted, giving me no chance to decline and I glared at her.

"Perfect," the girl cheered, picking the dress up and a few others my annoying aunty thought would look great on me as well. Technically, I didn't pick any dresses because they were simply not to my taste.

"Follow me." Twirling around, she headed towards the dressing room and I stood still, not moving an inch.

"Don't just stand there," Aunty Tessy ebbed me in the side.

"Follow her."

I rolled my eyes, reluctantly moving my feet that preferred being rooted to one place and followed the ginger haired girl.

Getting changed in one of the dresses, I dragged my feet out, frowning and Aunty Tessy clapped loudly, attracting stares to me.

"She just had to make this more annoying," I muttered under my breath, trying to stretch my legs but the dress restricted me from doing that.

"I can't take this dress, it's too tight," I complained.

“But it's beautiful.”

"I can't stretch my legs and the dress is choking the life out of me," I gasped for breath dramatically and those that watched me laugh, amused by my behavior. Aunty Tessy simply shook her head, her excitement dying down. Once again, I embarrass my sweet aunty, not like she didn’t see this coming anyways.

"Fine, go try out the other dresses," Aunty Tessy rolled her eyes, sending me back into the dressing room and I smiled, glad to have gotten rid of at least one cringy dress. I had 9 more dresses to go through with.

Stepping of the dressing room for the tenth time, Aunty Tessy's mouth flew open, seeing me. I'd admit, out of all the torturous dresses I was forced to wear, this one was the most gorgeous of them all and it went well with my olive tanned skin, complimenting my purple colored hair. Not to mention the fact that it was black.

"Reject this dress and I swear on my dead mother's grave that I'll make you go dumb for the rest of your life so you won't be able to reject any more dresses," Aunty Tessy threatened and I rolled my eyes, holding back a smile.

"Oh my God, I'm so frightened," I shivered dramatically, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"I'm serious Emily," she deadpanned.

Talk about dramatic, I huffed, admiring myself one more time in the mirror.

"I think I actually love this one." For the first time, I was saying yes to a dress and I'm quite surprised. Doesn't mean I now fancy dresses, as a matter of fact, I still hate them and believe some of them should be torched.

"Thank you, Mother Mary," Aunty Tessy sighed in relief and the ginger haired girl giggled in amusement.

I'm quite impressed with the fact that the salesgirl hasn't gotten frustrated with me yet. Most people tend to find me annoying after spending just a minute with me.

Well, it's not my fault that I'm way above their level and too amazing to associate myself with them.

"Since you've gotten yourself a dress at least, I think I'll look around and equally get myself one."

"Alright," I simply replied, heading towards the dressing room to get changed back in my very comfy clothes.