I Won't Fall For You | ✔️

▪︎\\Chapter Five

"Why is the couch like that?" I asked Devin when I noticed a pile of clothes, mainly suits, scattered all over it.

"I'm going to a party tonight. Julia said I should invite you, but she wasn't sure whether you'd accept," he replied, digging through the clothes, maybe looking for something specific.

"I'm not interested in going to any party," I  replied, taking a seat.

It'll be full of rich, cocky people who think they're on top of the world because they have it all. If I were rich, I can't deny I wouldn't feel as good as they do, but it's also good to be humble. How many of them actually help the poor?

I'm not a saint, but we're only human. One day, we'll all die and leave our riches behind. So why not share it now and let the poor feel good too?

"I had a feeling you would say no. Is it because you don't like Julia? Or me perhaps? Or you just don't want to get too involved with us?" he asked looking at me.

"I didn't say I didn't like anyone. I just don't want to be around rich people who will only get on my nerves. And besides, I don't even understand why she would invite me. I'm no one and I don't have anything spectacular to wear and there is no way, I'm going to party and looking like filth," I told him blandly.

He shook his head before picking up a royal blue suit that screamed expensive.

"Tell you what, if you help me find the perfect suit, I'll get you a dress and maybe some accessories too. Julia is inviting you to a party that not many people get to attend, and you shouldn't turn it down. She wouldn't have invited you if she didn't want you there."

I groaned inwardly.

I didn't want to go but what did I have to lose? Perhaps my sanity while being around so much rich people. I saw him pick up a plaid suit that didn't seem right for a night party.

"I don't think that one fits the occasion. Maybe try the black suit with the bow tie," I said with a small shrug.

"You're right. I'll be right back," he said, walking off.

He was definitely rich. Most of the clothes were Armani, Versace, or Gucci. I don't think I've ever even worn those brands before. He came back a few minutes later, looking really good. The suit fit him well, even though there wasn't much contrast between his complexion and the color.

"What's your fashion style?" he asked, holding up his phone to take a picture.

"Cheap, comfy, seasonal, and wearable," I replied without a second thought.

He walked off and came back a few minutes later dressed in his original clothes.

"Alright. It's time for you to look just as good," he said, picking up his keys.

"I just want to look normal," I grumbled quietly as I followed behind him.

A short drive later, we pulled up to a place that made my jaw drop.

"This place looks… expensive," I said, staring at the three story building called Diva Davina. I got out of the car with Devin and followed him inside, hands tucked in my coat pockets. The interior was spectacular, filled with people shopping to their heart's content.