I instantly stiffened while my mind instantly wandered. A family function? Me being around his horrible family members<b>? </b>
“You’d really like me to attend?” <b>I </b>asked, feeling perplexed and awed and ttered at the same time.
Marco nodded almost immediately. “Of course I want you to attend. I wanna introduce you to everyone <b>as </b>my girlfriend as fast as possible,” he exined and I felt a shy girl tug at the sides of my lips while my stomach fluttered.
“The earlier I do that, the faster people will forget you once dated Zane.” He added and I nodded tensely this time, my heart stuttering in my chest at the mention of Zane again.
“Uh…“I cleared my throat and licked my lips before continuing. “Would Zane be attending as well?”
The reason I asked that question was to confirm. If Zane was gonna be in attendance, I wasn’t gonna attend, cause I was determined to not cross parts with Zane at all. At least before we start to cross paths, all that happened back at the ind needed to be like a thing that happened ages ago, and not just days ago.
Marco frowned as he stared down at me, his lips going into a thin line as his brows furrowed. “Why are you asking? Please tell me you’re already fully over my brother and aren’t asking because you’re hoping he’d be there?” He demanded and I stiffened before quickly shaking my head.
“What?! I’m definitely fully over him. I asked cause I hoped he wouldn’t be in attendance cause I won’t wanna run into him.” I muttered and that seemed to calm Marco down cause he slowly rxed before heughed a little.
“Oh, okay. I understand you then, and that’s good.” After that, he went silent a little before continuing.
“And to answer your question, I don’t think Zane is gonna attend. My brother never attends anything like this even if he gets invited. He kind of hates all of us and we hate him in return, so you have no reason to worry when ites to Zane attending cause he definitely won’t<b>.</b><b>” </b>
A relieved sigh left my lungs as I nodded, my heartbeat slowly settling down.
“Alright. That’s good, that’s good,” I mumbled.
That’s very good.
The next evening, I reluctantly dressed in one of the dresses Zane got for me. I didn’t have anything else that was good enough for tonight. Marco’s family were very condescending, and dressing in a cheap dress <b>wasn’t </b>gonna help them see me in a good light at all, and it was unfortunate that my most costly dresses are the <b>ones </b>Zane got me.
The dress was quite short but elegant at the same time. It revealed all my back, and the front revealed a <b>good </b>size of my cleavage. I knew I looked good and I twirled around before the mirror while loving how the sheer ck dress hugged my hips and waist. I liked myself in this outfit and it boosted my confidence so much. dence so much.
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After doing my hair up and putting my makeup on, Marco was finally here to pick me up. I <b>quickly </b><b>slipped </b><b>on </b>a pair <b>of </b>shoes which Zane got for me as well, and I sighed whine feeling a bit embarrassed <b>that </b><b>all </b>what <b>I </b>was presently decked in were things gotten by him… but at least he wouldn’t be in attendance <b>so </b><b>no </b><b>one would </b><b>be </b>aware of that, which means it was fine at the end of the day.
When I went to let Marco in, right after the door closed, he pulled me into a kiss which was too wet, but <b>I </b>forced that thought to the back of my mind and moved my lips against it till I felt slight tingles from <b>it</b>. After the kiss broke, Marco looked me over and clicked his tongue in disapproval.
“This dress<b>… </b>isn’t it a little too revealing? This isn’t like you at all, Addi.”
I felt a frown slowly settle on my face as I peered down at the dress. “What’s wrong with the dress<b>?</b><b>” </b>
The dress was perfectly fine with me. Although I hated revealing skin in the past, I’ve grownfortable in my skin in the past few week, so this was perfectly fine to me.
“It’s too unlike you. The you I knew from the past hated to reveal your skin… and I liked that. It felt like I was the only one you’d get to see most of your skin. But now you’re wearing these kinds of clothes and I just don’t like it.”
<b>I </b>swallowed emptily, ncing down at my dress again while feeling extremely conflicted and unsure of what to say or do next. I want to please Marco as usual, and even though I really liked this dress, I didn’t want him to constantly be unhappy whenever he looked at me tonight.
“I
guess I’ll go change.” I mumbled and he grinned in approval.
“Please.”
As I went back into the bedroom, while searching for an outfit that revealed barely any skin, I felt my skin grow tight and ufortable.
Marco sounded like the picture of me which he still had in his mind was of me five years ago. Would he ever ept the fact that I’ve changed?
Thankfully, I managed to find a ck bodycon dress. It revealed zero skin and wasn’t that ttering but it would have to do.
When I returned back to the sitting room, Marco was standing in the middle of the space, <b>his </b>eyes darting around,
“Why didn’t you sit down while waiting for me?” I asked and he scoffed whileughing a little.
“Your house is too… ugly. No offense, of course, but it’s just too shabby and poor looking. I couldn’t possibly sit in those worn looking couches.”
My mouth fell open in shock. “What?”
<b>He </b>walked over to <b>me </b>and cupped my face. <b>“</b>I don’t mean any harm<b>, </b><b>okay</b>? <b>It’s </b>just <b>not </b>my <b>style</b><b>. </b><b>Now </b><b>that </b><b>we’re </b>dating, <b>I </b><b>won’t </b>be able to <b>sleepover </b>here because of this… <b>except </b><b>I get </b><b>to </b>renovate <b>this </b><b>ce </b><b>first</b><b>. </b>
<b>I </b>shook his <b>hands </b><b>off as </b><b>I </b>scowled <b>at </b>him. “No, thanks. Not after insulting my home.” I <b>muttered </b><b>while </b><b>feeling </b>
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embarrassed as hell.
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