#I love the photo of sara spraying champagne

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The Retreat Chapter 16

Characters: CEO!Bucky x reader

Warnings: fluff, slight angst

Word Count: 1.2k

Description: Y/N Y/L/N: determined business woman, sought after by most businesses, creative visionary for advertising. She has it all. Or so she thinks. Life has a way of kicking you sideways when you least expect it, want it or are in anyway prepared for it. Numerous times. How can Y/N remain from cracking under the pressure when her career isn’t the only thing on the line and everything isn’t all that it seems?

A/N: Missed the update again but I was working so oopsie. My Stranger Things series is actually coming along quite nicely behind the scenes and should be completed soon I hope. Also the gif isn’t the dress I was picturing but close enough eh. Enjoy xx Marvel Masterlist  Series Masterlist

Story:

Very suspicious. That’s how I would describe my main feelings right now. I’ve heard nothing from my personal little stalker since the spray paint on my door and it’s freaking me out! It’s been three days of nothing, absolute radio silence. They’ve been really good days too. Bucky and I messaged each other constantly and Wanda kept making a little squeaking sound every single time she heard my phone ping with a notification; now that the girl knows about the situation she wants to know everything that happens. She’s also told me some more about her and Vis ( I still think the name is stupid). They went for coffee in their break time yesterday and it went very well so hopefully their date at the fancy french place will go well too. When they finally book it, that is. It’s weird how invested we are in each other’s personal lives.

The boutique is very high end and I feel rather out out of place. This is somewhere that minor celebrity brides and debutantes some to, not graphic designers from the marketing department of a tech company. I’ll not be able to afford anything here and still have money for rent this month- it was nice of Bucky to book it though. I think I’ll just find something online or maybe there’s a sale rack in here.

“Y/N Y/L/N?” a kind looking young woman stands at the desk by the entrance way. She’s smartly dressed with her hair in a low bun and perfect makeup. She’s the kind of person I aspire to be when I look in the mirror. 

“Yes, I’m not too early, am I?”

“Not at all, we actually like our clients to be early so we can better prepare. Can I get you a drink?” ‘Sarah’ according to her name badge offers with a smile. Champagne. She means champagne. Sure, why not?

“Yes please.” I relax a little and gladly let her lead me to some sofas. As I sit down there’s a woman on one of the pedestals in a crystal white gown that just graces the floor. Diamantes adorn her collar bones, shoulders and arms and a silk sash separates the bodice from the flowing skirt. She looks like a goddess of purity with a look of pure joy on her face. An older woman, presumably the mother, stands to her feet with teary eyes and takes her hands. I’ve never understood the whole big deal with wedding dresses and finding the perfect one; it’s just a dress after all. Why does it matter so much that people find the dress? If the person you’re marrying loves you so unconditionally, they won’t care what you’re wearing, all that will matter is that they are getting married to you. 

Another woman collects me from the couch and leads me to a changing room complete with three full length mirrors and a little white leather pouffe. There is a range of dresses hung up on the rail already that I guess Bucky must have picked out already for me to try on, or maybe the nice ladies here chose them for me and my little wallet of money. Do I even want to look at the price tags?

“So most of the dresses have simple zip up the side but if you need any help, I’ll be right outside.”

“Thank you.” I nervously smile at Not Sarah before she backs out of the room and leaves me to choose the first poor dress to be put on my body. They are all so beautiful and my non-model figure isn’t going to help show that. I lift the first dress off from the rail, the weight of the navy lace coming as a shock (I have to hold it up with both arms to look at it properly). As Not Sarah said, it’s a simple zip from the middle of the thigh to the ribcage so I need no help putting it on. Wow! It has quite a long train and a tight bodice that pushes my boobs up in a not unflattering way. I look hot! It is, however, not really appropriate for a benefit attended by partners and other professionals. On to the next dress!

Who knew, trying dresses could be so fun? Before I know it, I’ve tried on nearly the whole rack and they all look amazing- in fact, there is only one left. I don’t know how I’ll decide which one I want. Maybe it’ll have to be from the price tags. Carefully running my fingers over the beaded fabric, I lift the last dress from it’s hanger and undo the zipper. The organza skirt is decorated with beads and glitter down to the floor and separated from the matching low cut (but not too low, this is a classy event) top by a sparkling belt. The charmeuse underskirt adds weight and a nice flow to the A-line cut of the dress while not being so heavy as to pull on my back muscles and make me slouch. The ruby red colour is gorgeous to look at and definitely a perfect fit for a fancy benefit. I love it. And to top it all off, it’s an amazing fit for me. I think it’s the one.

“Is everything going okay, in here?” a woman asks politely from outside.

“Yes, thank you.” I shout back, a little preoccupied admiring myself on the mirror in this dress. I spin on the spot, the light catching and bouncing off of the shiny detailing making me feel like the fanciest glitter ball there ever was. Bubbling with glee, I hurry to my bag and fish out my phone to snap a photo for Wanda- she’ll love it. I add lots of red hearts to the message before hitting send and admiring the dress some more. It’s too beautiful and perfect and amazing to pass up, no matter the price (I’m sure I can live off bargain rice for a month). With the dress back on it’s hanger, I exit the dressing room with a beaming smile and head to the front desk to pay hand over a dizzying amount of money.

Sarah is back and greets me with a friendly smile. She takes the dress and hands it over to Not Sarah, whose name turns out to be Sara in a weird coincidence, who then takes it to the back room for safe keeping.

“We’ll deliver the dress to your address on Saturday morning, freshly dry cleaned so there’s no need to worry about that. Is there anything else we can help you with today?”

“No that’s everything, thank you. How much is that going to be then?” I ask a little hesitantly, pulling out my purse from my bag.

“Oh, that’s taken care of already. We’re under instruction to charge and all of your expenses to Mr Barnes’s account.” Wait what?! I can’t believe he would do something so sweet. Well, I can. This is Bucky.

“Um, okay then… Right… Thank you...” I step back from the desk- do I just leave then? I guess I do. Probably looking like an absolute fool, I back out of the boutique and onto the busy sidewalk, getting my phone out to send a text.

-You really didn’t have to pay for the dress you know. Thank you xx -Anything for my girl xx

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