𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 | 𝟏# 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦-𝑠𝑖𝑥 | 𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑠𝑡

BROOK

"If you're not ready, we don't have to go in there." We stood in front of Logan's parents' house. It couldn't even be called a house, more of a half villa. I knew that Logan didn't precisely have little money, but that his parents could afford this.

"No, I'm okay." I stroked the black leather coat I was wearing again. I was so nervous to meet Logan's parents, even more, because I know exactly what high expectations they have of him. What kind of expectations do I have to have then, to be accepted or liked by them?

I have to be a president who rules a country. In return, they get a girl who only has 21 C $ in her bank account and lives in a small dorm, even though her room looks like a garbage dump.

I hope the dress shows at least some elegance. I got it specially from Lowen as she is more on the "elegant" and rich side of clothing as her self-sewn pieces look like they are from famous brands.

My dress was a plain black dress that went all the way down to the ground. The long-sleeved and only slightly accentuated my figure. I feel confutable.

I look at the black high heels from Lowen. She gave me the shoes with tears in her eyes, saying if I just make a small scratch, she would behead me. I wondered why, so I googled the price. THEY COST 207 C $!!

Only for shoes that look exactly like they were from a flea market. I almost fell out of my chair when I saw the price, but now I know I'd rather hold the shoes in my hands than even put them on. So fate should also help me not to destroy them, because if I don't get the worst experience in my life from his parents right away, I get it double from Lowen. I looked at the slightly larger black door.

Logan takes a deep breath and holds me by his side, almost crushing my hand. "That hurts," I whisper to him, not taking my eyes off the door. "Sorry." he loosened his grip. The door opened. A man in a black suit opened it. He looked old, his hair is gray, his face is wrinkled, but he held up well.

"Good evening Logan." He leaned in as Logan entered the house. "Hello, Eric, this is Brook." Eric held out his hand covered with white gloves to me.

I put my hand in his when Eric kissed my palm. "Good evening, Miss Brook." Did I actually just end up here in the castle or something? Miss? And that kiss? I really have to give everything I have.

"Miss and Mister North are already waiting at the dinner table." Eric closed the door as Logan helped me with my coat. "You could tell me to act like I was part of the royal family. Then I would dress up like a princess and also learn the rules."

But Logan laughed as he took off his shoes. "You don't have to know some stupid rules. I don't know them, either." "So there won't be 5 different forks waiting for me that are intended for one dish?" he shook his head, which really put me at ease a bit. I imitated him and also took off the expensive shoes from Lowen.