The Exalted Prince Lives Again-Chapter 53: A Trip to the Mall

Two hours later, the environment had cooled down a lot.

The sky was gaining an orange hue, and the lumen level was falling off.

The Sun was going down, letting the moon take its place.

And at the same moment, Lucien and Selene were getting out of the bowling alley.

Selene’s face was beaming with a demure smile, while a frown was drawn over Lucien’s.

263 to 14.

That was the point of their final game.

Till the end, his points stayed abysmally low.

He wasn’t happy at all, but Selene didn’t mind at all.

She had found her new hobby.

Watching Lucien suck at something.

...

The driver had arrived with the cab, and they were now moving towards their next destination.

Shethel House.

The biggest mall in the city houses dozens upon dozens of luxury brands.

The mall was so big that it even had a mini amusement park inside, and a WMB showroom.

"You have a sweet tooth, Lucien?" Selene asked, eating her bag of popcorn.

"I hate sweet things," Lucien answered, taking another lick at the chocolate ice cream.

"Huh?" She raised her brows, "But you are eating an ice cream."

"It’s chocolate, it doesn’t count," Lucien answered straightforwardly.

"But it’s sweet."

"I hate milk chocolates," Lucien answered almost immediately.

"I hate how much sense it makes," Selene grumbled, sad that she missed another chance to take a jab at the prince.

Slurp!

He licked the ice cream again.

...

"Damn!"

The mall they entered, Shethal House, was less of a mall and more of a curated pocket dimension.

Crystal chandeliers hung from the ceilings, shimmering in the warm yellow light.

Holographic koi swam beneath the transparent floor, and live groups played music at every corner.

Lucien had been in war zones less intimidating than this.

’Can I even get what I want here?’

He brooded, wondering if they even sell anything of practical value in this place full of riches.

Lucien was following Selene since he wasn’t the best with directions.

On the other hand, Selene felt right at home.

They entered the first boutique, Maison Acarice, where a fashion consultant with a hawk-like gaze and mechanical steps closed in on them immediately.

"He’s tragic." He whispered dramatically.

Lucien furrowed his brows, but Selene intervened, "I know, that’s why I brought him here."

Lucien analyzed the man in front—pink hair, round glasses, piercings everywhere, funky clothing, and a feminine posture.

He couldn’t help but wonder if he swung ’that’ way.

But he wasn’t judging anyone.

"Come with me," The consultant held his hands tenderly and tugged him toward the back of the showroom.

A shiver ran down his body. ’I don’t swing that way, though.’

...

"That mannequin," Lucien said, carrying three matte white bags.

"Hmm?" Selene answered.

"He has holes in his sweater." He pointed it out.

Pfft!

Selene chuckled but ultimately held back. "It must be distressed."

Lucien agreed, "It’s dying."

...

After the third store, Lucien came out of a changing room, donning an obsidian-black suit with silver accents and collars raised like a phoenix.

Whoo!

The female consultant whistled in admiration.

Selene blinked.

Her eyes widened for a fraction of a second, but she quickly recovered. "You look charming."

Lucien looked at himself in the mirror, and his eyes widened as well.

He couldn’t even recognize himself.

"Damn!" he spoke, his voice distant, "Even I would flirt with myself right now."

"..."

Both women there were in utter disbelief.

"Please don’t."

They both spoke in unison, waking Lucien from his daze.

"I..."

...

"Do you think this looks nice on me?" Selene asked, holding up simple yet uniquely designed earrings to her earlobes.

"They look pretty," He complimented, looking at the overall synergy with her.

In all honesty, Lucien was looking up gold jewelry for her, but now that he looked at her again, silver was better for her platinum-blond color and rosy, but pale skin tone.

He went on to look for more jewelry for Selene when he asked, "What’s your size?"

"..."

There were a few more customers around him, and everyone paused.

Everyone looked at Lucien, who looked so oblivious.

"L-Lucien, do you mean for earrings?" Selene stuttered, hesitant to speak out loud.

Lucien turns his head towards her with a strange look, "Of course, what else?"

His face had no shred of tease, and he was dead serious.

"N-Nothing, I don’t have a piercing, silly. I use magnets or clip-ons."

She answered, quickly looking toward the other side.

Lucien hummed, nodding his head.

While he was looking towards the shelves full of jewelry, his eyes widened in realization.

He realized what he had just said.

But he didn’t let it show.

He kept quiet while Selene went towards the cashier to check out.

"I’d pay." Lucien offered.

"Let me pay this time, Lucien." She politely refused, but Lucien was adamant.

"It’s the least I can do for you, who planned everything," He kept his words and swiped his custom-made black card over the scanner.

"It won’t suit my status as a Royalty if I let you pay while I am here." He whispered closely, making sure nobody else heard it. freёnovelkiss.com

"But didn’t you say that your father has cut your allowance off by a lot?" She asked, picking up the bags she had gotten.

"My mother spoils me a lot." He answered truthfully.

Selene nodded.

She was aware of how much love Maria showered Lucien with.

It wasn’t far-fetched that she secretly gave him hundreds of thousands of Laris for allowance.

"Now, the last stop," Selene took out her phone and checked her list, "...Lingerie."

"..."

An awkward silence washed over both of them.

"I also have something personal to buy, so please." He gestured for her to go ahead on her own.

Selene nodded awkwardly and rushed away from his spot.

As Lucien saw her vanish in another boutique of the mall, he looked around and found a random worker in the mall.

He approached him politely and asked, "Do you know if there is a store for mirrors or metalworks here?"

His expectations were low, given the overall chic vibe of the mall, but to his surprise, the worker gave an answer he was not expecting.

"There are some weaponsmiths in the basement floors of Shethal House, but that’s about it."

Lucien’s eyes lit up as he nodded.

"Thank you, that would be perfect."

He handed the worker a 100 Lari bill and started walking away, "Thanks for the help."

The worker, still in disbelief, tried to hand the large denomination back, but to his surprise, the young man walked even faster.

In the end, all he could do was mutter, "Thank you," to the man.