I Won't Fall For You | ✔️

▪︎\\Chapter Twenty Four

I was staring at myself in the mirror when I heard Devin call out that Franco had arrived.

After hours of searching, I finally settled on a black knee-length dress and a thin scarf to drape over it. I slipped on my black flats, leaving my hair loose on my shoulders.

I was never one for makeup. Why paint over a pretty face to hide the scars when the real damage is buried deep inside?

I have nothing against makeup, especially towards persons with bad acne. I was just never fond of it after running away from Zed. I would go to stores and see many different cosmetic products but never once thought of buying any.

I liked being natural and simple. It's the real me.

I took up my black clutch before leaving the room and going downstairs. I heard talking and as I got closer, I saw Devin and Franco deep in a conversation.

They stopped when they noticed me and I smiled slightly as I went up to them. Franco was well dressed in a black and white tuxedo. A silver brooch was on his pocket and his hair was nicely styled.

"You look stunning," both guys said at the same time.

I chuckled and they looked at each other. Franco's eyes met mine and they held lust and something else... something I may find out later on.

"Well, let's get going," he said as he stood and led the way. I glanced over my shoulder at Devin and he smiled and gave me a 'thumbs up'.

I laughed to myself as I followed Franco outside. The car door was opened by the bodyguards and we both got in the back. I clutched onto the scarf as I looked out the window.

Franco was awfully quiet even though this wasn't the closest we've been. I looked at him, but he was already watching me, like a prey.

His hand reached out and pushed some of my hair behind my ear. He did the same with the other side before smiling satisfyingly.

"You should wear it like that more often so it doesn't hide your beauty."

I half smiled before turning away and continued to stare at the buildings as they pass us by. I struggled to stop my mind from wandering and overthinking things. I should just be calm and let life plays itself out.

"So, where are we going?" I asked trying to lighten the mood.

Franco looked nervous which was quite odd because I should be the one who's nervous. He ran a hand through his hair before placing his head in his hands.

"Are you ok?" I say as I reached out to him and grasped his shoulder. He looked up at me before smiling and placing a hand on my cheek.

"I honestly don't know how to feel Vanessa," he replied. I got more and more confused. Was there something he wasn't telling me? Upon that thought, I pulled back and placed my hands on my lap.

"I'm taking you to one of the best restaurants I know," he said and I looked at him immediately.

He just changed his entire mood. He only sighed before relaxing into his seat and taking out his phone.

I really couldn't figure him out.

Just like Mordechai.