04: You meddle with my thoughts

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"I dream my painting

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"I dream my painting.
And I paint my dreams."
-Vincent Van Gogh

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"You should come along, imagine the fun!"

Asher grunted lazily, he had lost count of the time Ava and his mother had wished for him to tag along. He really wanted to but the time wasn't right and he was tired of repeating his work so he just nodded and threw the black dress laying beside his ankle in her suitcase.

"You'll be late, get this shit done already," Asher complained, eyeing her suitcase. They were packing from yesterday night and she had discarded so many dresses that Asher was getting toothaches even by looking at a piece of fabric.

He couldn't understand the meaning of her 'Perfect date dress.' And above all that, he was irritated by how serious she was for this.

In her long ass dating history, she never actually cared about any of the boys and girls, she was a confident woman and she found herself the prettiest in the most simple form of clothing.

But just by the name of 'Avery', she flushed so much that Asher feared her cheeks might actually explode.

"That pink one? It looks cute," she rushed to Asher's side, single-handedly pulling him up from the bed to snatch the soft floral dress he was laying on.

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