Chapter Twenty seven

Karis was not nearly as impressed as he had expected to be at the fashion carnival. It was a little too typical, the runways had bold looking girls displaying equally bold fashion. Colours dazzled him in their share essence, and even the hairstyles seemed to be screaming for attention.

He wanted something different, something so subtle, its prominent stole the show very gradually so that it was impossible to tell when it became the volk. He liked pastal colours, colours that could not be created without a blend of two or three secondary colours -- combined with the slight unusual looks of Weruche, he was sure the fashion industry was not prepared for him yet.

An expensive feminine scent assaulted him from behind before he felt soft lips pressed against his ear 'You have been discovered Monsieur. You had better do my bidding or I would let out an excited scream and everyone would swarm you, asking for autographs.'

He turned around to tell the woman that she was mistaken, he was no cel