Trust

"Hello, Mother."

"Wednesday," Morticia's velvety response came from the other end of the crystal as her face appeared in the glass wearing a warm smile that could not hide the surprise behind her eyes. "What can I do for you, darling?"

"Ahem," Wednesday cleared her throat, as she smoothed out her school issued suite jacket to make it free from imaginary wrinkles. "I...I seek some...I seek some advice."

Morticia's eyes widened involuntarily, though she quickly recovered, as her face returned to her customary smile exuding serenity.

"Advice? Well I'm listening."

Wednesday sat for a moment. Never taking her eyes off the image of her mother reflected in the ball. Until, she eventually took a deep breath and seemed to come to a decision that filled her eyes with determination.

"I have...There is a boy..who I know, and he seems to be interested, as am I, in mating. Dating. So I seek..your advice on how to...know what one is supposed to do..in terms of such matters as the ones that I have stated."

As Wednesday spoke, Morticia's eyes, which had previous returned to their resting state, shot open as her lips parted wider and wider the more she heard her daughter expertly elaborate on her conundrum.

There were many things Morticia believed that she would have to do daughter's sake throughout her school life. Bribe a judge? of course. Bribe a family? definitely. Cover tracks? without a doubt. Give dating advice? Never. Never, under any circumstances, did she believe that it would ever be a topic of discussion. Hope? Yes. Believe? Never. That may be why, she found herself so utterly unprepared. However, Morticia, like her daughter, is both quick on uptake and very competent.

It was Morticia's turn to clear her throat, as she looked at her daughter pushing through what was certainly an incredibly difficult moment for her. She imagined that there were any number of tortures that she would choose to undergo before allowing herself to be put in such a situation. That is why she could not help but think about the young man that may have brought her to such a state to make such a decision. She looked forward to meeting him.

"Ahem. I have many things to say when it comes to matters of the heart, my dear. As you know, your Father and I were already well along in our courtship by the time we were your age. And if you were to ask, anything about what we did, said, or felt, both of us would be more than happy to tell you."

"This is true, Paloma." Her father said, appearing in the frame for a brief moment from where he was seated beside her mother.

"However," her mother continued," if you would like us to tell you anything specifically that you could do...well, I'm sorry dear, but we cannot. You see, those were our experiences, unique to the both of us."

Wednesday did not seem pleased.

"Though, what I can tell you," Morticia serenely continued, seemingly not noticing her daughter's furrowed brow. "Is that you are a beautiful and wise girl. And if there is a boy, that you feel enough towards for you to ask for my advice, then he must have done something to earn not only your interest, but your trust."

Wednesday's forehead smoothed out as she seemed to be thinking, while her mother continued to speak.

"If he has earned your trust, then the only thing I can tell you, is to trust yourself. And to trust that who you are is clear for the world to see. Never hidden. So, if this boy of yours has earned enough of your trust to give him your interest in such a way, then it is safe to say darling, that he knows enough about you, and you him, that you need no advice or anyone to tell you what to do, because you have already done it. You did it, the second you began to care enough, to make this call."

Wednesday stared at her mother. Her eyes narrowed. Her thoughts unknown.

"So, continue to trust yourself. Trust the decisions you make. And know, that your family will always be there for you. Always."

Wednesday sat back in her seat. She did not notice when she sat forward. As she looked at the image of her parents in the crystal ball, she could not help but think about if she was truly ready for what they had.

However, the thought passed quickly.

She would never have what they had. Her mother was right, no matter how much it pains her to admit it. She was different. Vlad was different. Whatever they become will be something that is all their own and more than a little unique.

Wednesday straightened her back and re-centered herself to stare confidently at her mothers smiling face.

With a quick nod of her head, Wednesday spoke, "thank you, Mother. I will take it from here."

The smile on Morticia's face grew as she nodded back in response. Her father piped up from off to the side, slightly off screen. "Go and get him, mi pequeña paloma. Mwah."

As the image in the screen faded and the call to her parents ended, Wednesday stood from her chair, turned and leaned back on the edge of her desk with her arms crossed, as she looked at the beautiful individual that was laying back on Enid's bed across from her.

"I thought about leaving, but that just seemed silly." Vlad spoke. His face unreadable, as he looked up at the ceiling.

Wednesday stood from her lean and strode forward. Confidence radiating off of her gait and she crossed the room and came to stand between his feet that were placed on the ground to look down at him.

"Did you have to listen?"

"I'm glad you spoke to her about it. I know was not easy for you." Vlad spoke as he held his hand out to her.

She took it and let him lead her to crawl over his waist and lay her head beside his placed on his arm.

"You made her millennia." He smiled at her.

She buried her head into his neck so she did not have to look at his smiling face that seemed to convey that he had won some personal victory. As if it were he himself who made the ultimate sacrifice by doing that which could only be done by one possessing her level of mental fortitude.

Quite insufferable.

"So, when are we going to this dance that you seem so committed to attending?" Wednesday asked as she raised her head back up onto his arm to look at his eyes as she spoke.

"Do you have a dress?" He questioned her.

She paused for a moment. Only realizing in that instance that the thought had not crossed her mind. She did have the one that she wore when she arrived, though the idea of wearing it did not exactly sit well with her for some reason.

"No worries," Vlad spoke out before she could admit to her blunder. "I have taken the liberty of acquiring a few for your perusal.

Upon finishing his statement, Wednesday could feel them sinking further into the bed, and she knew what was coming next.

Upon opening her eyes, she found herself in a dimly lit warehouse, with the only source of light being the spotlight shining onto the rows of dresses in black with different designs.

Some had long sleeves, some short, some had none. Some were long, some medium, some short. Some had slits in various places, and some had frills. Some had shades of red, yellow, or purple. There were many different kinds, but all of them were beautiful.

She had no fucking clue what to do.

Should she try them on? Or just pick one at random. Maybe choose the one that looks the best...they all look appealing.

Vlad looked at her face and immediately recognized the fact that shopping amongst a vast selection was truly not her thing. Which is why...

"These are some of the many options that you have to choose from in order to give you an example. However, there was one that I had custom made that I believe you would prefer above all others." That may not have been entirely true. While he did have his loyal one put the screws to an individual in order to get a custom gown produced in the span it takes to watch a movie or two, he was not actually sure that she would prefer over the ones shown. He just knew that if he gave her a singular choice, and she liked it, then she would stick with that with no hesitation. So, he wanted her to know that she had options.

In hindsight, Vlad recognized that it might have been more logical to employ the services of Enid or Katherine in his dress pursuit. However, she still would have been shopping and still would have hated it.

Wednesday looked back at him. "Where is the custom made one?"

Vlad snapped his fingers and another spotlight shone off to the side, illuminating a dress that seemed to reflect a night sky full of stars, if it were not for the fact that it was indoors under a spotlight.

The dress was a pitch black sleeveless long gown with a slim waist that seemed to have diamonds situated throughout that reflected off the light that shone from above like stars in the night sky.

Wednesday approached the dress, her face impassive. She seemed focused. Decided.

Vlad stepped with her from behind as he waited to hear her decision vocalized as she stood in silence staring ahead. He found himself building an urge. An urge that quickly became overpowering to him as he himself came to a decision. One that he would choose not to regret.

"Say it. Out loud."

Although, Vlad's voice could be said to be one of the most enticing sounds that had ever graced the world, he could not help but let the thought of cringing to pass by his mind. Only he, in that world, knew where the line came from, but even that could not detract from how close he felt himself just come to being an emo. However, a Prince, does not know regret.

Wednesday did not seem to notice his dip into the waters of Twilight, as she kept on swimming right on to her answer, not even bothering to be angsty.

"This one." She stated. Then she moved forward, took the dress down from its hanger, turned, walked right up to his chest, and waited.

Vlad could not help the slight shattering of whatever scenarios he had conjured up in his mind about how that interaction would go. However, he quickly rebounded, grabbed his girl, and then they were off.

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