MA*RS, Jesus Diamante, La Parfait, your wardrobe was filled to the brim with these brands and more. Ruffles, lace, bows, whatever you dreamed of, it was in your closet. Thanks to your splurges that occurred every other week, you’d stock up on brand new skirts, blouses, heels, dresses, and so on. You heavily resonated with the ‘Hime Gyaru’ sub-style, the feeling of dressing princess-like was something that always caught your eye. It seemed as though your boyfriend felt just as enamored with the style as you were.

“Look.” He’d call out, his calloused palms rubbed against the delicate fabric of the pink dress. Delicate bows decorated the front of the dress, the hem adorned with frilly ruffles. The straps of the dress slipped through his fingers, his irises deeply examining the model of the dress, his mind beginning to imagine the piece on your frame. “How do you feel about this?” He’d question, seeking your approval. He wouldn’t allow you to wear anything less than what you deserved, you were his princess after all. He had committed to accompanying you on these trips after his classes, determined to further enhance your beauty. He’d continue to follow you around the store, his sharp gaze catching onto any potential gems. “Shall I bring this to the fitting room?” He’d further question.