Darkest Devotion

Chapter 3

Elara's POV

I hear the door to my bedroom open as I sit eating breakfast before my shift. The soft padding of feet alerting me that Elodie finally woke up. 

"What the fuck are you doing up this early in the morning? Also why are your clothes all over the room?" The grumbled question elicits a smirk from my lips. 

"Good morning, princess, how did you sleep?"

She flips me the bird. "I need coffee before I entertain you."

"Help yourself, you know where it is. When you're done with that, I have to tell you something." Her brow quirks as I pop a piece of my breakfast into my mouth. "It's in regards to your first question this morning."

"You're so weird in the morning." She turns towards the coffee grumbling under her breath. "Fucking riddler." 

I chuckle softly, turning my attention back to my food so I don't fall back on time. I can't be late for my first day of work. 

By the time I finish my meal and clean off my dishes, Elodie has finished her first cup of coffee for the morning, meaning she's awake enough to hold conversation. "Okay, spill. I've been in suspense all morning."

Turning to Elodie from the sink, I walk towards the island she's sitting at, bending at the waist so my arms are resting against the counter. "So, obviously I told you that I got the job at that company over the weekend."

"Yeah no shit, I was there, what's your point?" 

"My point is, I decided this morning that you get the opportunity to dress me for my first day at work." Elodie got her first degree in art so that she could run her art museum, something that she is incredibly passionate about. However, her second degree is in fashion, another thing she's passionate about but never knew what to do with. 

At my words, Elodie's eyes light up like fireworks. "You really mean it?!" 

I nod my head. "I thought about it last night while you were sleeping."

"I haven't styled anyone in ages because I've been too busy with my museum, this is amazing!" Her squeal travels throughout the apartment, probably waking up my neighbors. 

"You only have a few things to work with since I didn't have much time or money to do a shopping spree. Let's see what you can make work." 

With that, Elodie jumps up from the island and bolts into my bedroom to see what she wants to do. 

I walk into the bathroom to do some light makeup, softly curl my hair and brush my teeth. By the time I'm done I hear a, "It's beautiful," from Elodie in the bedroom. I laugh softly before making my way to her masterpiece. 

When I enter the room, the perfect outfit is laid out on my bed. Black, straight legged, high waisted slacks are paired with a white button up blouse, the arms rolled up at the elbows. Paired with it is a black, elegant tube top that lies over the midsection to bodice of the blouse. At the feet are cute, black, chunky, open-toed heels. I'm suddenly grateful we got pedicures over the weekend to celebrate me getting the job. 

"It's beautiful, Elodie." 

She smirks at me. "Of course it is, I didn't get my second degree in fashion for nothing."

"Apologies, I should never question the master."

"Given you are a commoner, I accept your lack of knowledge regarding how high my powers can reach."

I laugh. With that, I throw the outfit on, running behind schedule since I have yet to make my lunch for work. 

Elodie and I make quick work to put a lunch together so I can run out and get to work, her hands pushing me towards the door as if that will save me time.