Eleanor's p.o.v
Seb has insisted that I go out and get a nice dress for our 'celebration' tonight. I tried to convince him that I'd find something in my bag, but he just smirked and said he wanted me to look extra hot tonight whatever that means. I know I'd tried on at least 20 dresses and Seb had nixed all of them and thrown another one in my face. I walked out of the dressing room, and decided to give him a show since I was beginning to get bored with all of this.
Instead of just walking out and doing a turn for him, I strutted like I owned the place making sure I shook my ass a little extra as I walked. Sebastian rose his eyebrow at me before laughing and shaking his head.
"As much as I'm loving the confidence, that's still not the dress." I groaned out loud only to be shut up by a piece of fabric in my face. I pulled it away and glared at him flicking my hair over my shoulder as I walked back into the dressing room.
I didn't even bother looking in the mirror before I walked out, figuring this wasn't going to be the one either. I moved the curtain out of my way, and walked to Seb raising my eyebrow at his slacked jaw.
"What is it?" He stood up and walked around me making me just the slightest bit uncomfortable. "Is it that bad?"
"Did you not look?" He looked shocked when I shook my head, and immediately began shoving me towards the mirrors. I had to withhold a gasp at my reflection. The black dress came to about mid calf with a small slit on one side that went to mid thigh. It fit my body perfectly showing off my hourglass figure, and well endowed chest with a plunging neckline that ended just above my navel. There were spaghetti straps that rested on my shoulder that turned into a crisscross pattern on my back. I ran my hands down my sides and turned slightly to see my rump. "You look absolutely stunning sweetheart. That's definitely the dress."
"Thank god." I couldn't help the small blush that creeped onto my cheeks at his words though. I began walking back towards the dressing room when Seb grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the counter.
"It took us so long to find the dress that we don't have time, so just leave it on." I scoffed but nodded anyway and went to retrieve my clothes. By the time I reached the front Seb had already paid for the dress, and hooked his arm through mine to walk back to the car. We were yet again bombarded by fans and paparazzi, leading to Seb grabbing my hand instead to be sure he didn't lose his hold on me. I felt slightly flustered by all the people, and clung to Sebastian even harder. I tried to ignore all the questions being spat at us, but couldn't help turning my head when one particular reporter pushed a little too far.
"Sebastian! Sebastian, is this your girlfriend? Is she pregnant? Is it true that she's only with you for your fame?" I was getting increasingly more angry the longer he spoke and was ready to turn and give him a piece of my mind when Seb pushed me into the awaiting car.
"Ignore them Ellie bell. They'll do anything to get the attention on them, even ask ridiculous questions." I still wasn't happy about it, but nodded anyway. Seb must've anticipated us taking a while, because when we got in the car he handed me my make up bag and held a mirror up for me. I paused for a moment, but laughed it off and carefully did my makeup. I ended up keeping it natural and adding a Smokey eye, afraid if I tried much more I'd end up looking like a clown with how bumpy the road was.
I groaned when we pulled up in front of the club, and there was another crowd, even bigger than the last one, standing in front. Considering both Scarlett Johansson and Anthony Mackie were in that building for sure, possibly other big names, I couldn't say I was terribly surprised. Seb looked me over and gave a nod of approval before opening the door and helping me out. With an arm wrapped tightly around my waist, we successfully made it through the sea of people and into the club.
