Shouldn't Want Her But i Do

I Don't Belong Here

With a fierce glare, Michelle locked eyes with the woman who had been rude to her. Her expression conveyed a mix of defiance and strength, leaving no doubt that she wouldn't be easily intimidated.

Michelle picked at the intricate and unfamiliar food on her plate, feeling out of place amidst the lavish spread favored by the wealthy guests. She longed for the simplicity of a sandwich, finding little appeal in the extravagant delicacies presented before her. As the conversation flowed around the table, Michelle remained silent, feeling disconnected from the lively chatter, certain that her thoughts wouldn't be valued or appreciated.

Amidst the laughter sparked by one of Alison's jokes, Michelle let out a resigned sigh. Picking up a piece of fruit, she chose to savor its natural sweetness rather than force herself to indulge in the unappetizing caviar that adorned her plate. In this opulent setting, Michelle struggled to find her voice, knowing that her words might fall on indifferent ears.

As the evening wore on, Michelle's sense of isolation deepened, highlighting the contrast between her unpretentious nature and the glamorous world she found herself in. Despite the allure of luxury surrounding her, she couldn't shake the feeling of being an outsider, wishing she could simply enjoy a straightforward meal without the pressure to conform to high-society expectations.

As the crowd stood up, eager to engage in mingling, Alison leaned in and whispered in Michelle's ear, "How are you feeling?" Michelle couldn't hide her sense of discomfort and grumbled, "Out of place." Undeterred, Alison smiled and suggested, "Maybe if you wore what I chose for you, you'd feel better." Michelle let out a weary sigh, dismissing the idea, "Wearing an expensive dress wouldn't change anything. I don't belong here; it would be like wearing a mask."

Just as Michelle expressed her feelings, a stunningly beautiful woman made her way towards them, radiating confidence and elegance. The woman greeted Alison with affectionate kisses on the cheeks and held her hands with a familiar intimacy. Michelle couldn't help but notice their proximity, which left her furrowing her eyebrows, feeling a twinge of jealousy she couldn't quite explain.

The woman then turned her attention to Michelle, offering compliments that seemed almost too flattering, saying, "And look at you, don't you look fabulous! I would never be brave enough to wear an outfit like that to brunch." Michelle squinted, sensing an underlying motive behind the woman's gushing words. She couldn't help but wonder if this beautiful stranger had some ulterior motive or if her genuine admiration was merely a facade.

As Alison engaged in conversation with the woman, Michelle took a moment to observe her surroundings. They were in a grand ballroom adorned with crystal chandeliers, elegant draperies, and opulent artwork, befitting the luxurious event they attended. The room exuded sophistication and splendor, with guests dressed in their finest attire, mingling with glasses of champagne in hand.

Michelle's gaze wandered to the beautifully decorated tables adorned with floral centerpieces, and she couldn't help but appreciate the attention to detail that went into creating such a lavish atmosphere. Soft, classical music played in the background, adding to the air of refinement and enchantment.

Amidst the grandeur, Michelle's eyes met the gaze of a dashing man across the room. He was impeccably dressed, exuding charm and confidence. A subtle smirk formed on his lips as he winked at her, his eyes holding a hint of intrigue. Michelle felt a surge of flattery and confidence wash over her, and she couldn't help but return his gesture with a warm smile.

Michelle's heart fluttered with unease as she stood by Alison's side at the prestigious gala. The opulent ballroom buzzed with affluent guests, all keenly aware of the powerful CEO and her captivating date. The sparkling chandeliers cast an ethereal glow, but Michelle couldn't shake the feeling of being on display, like a piece of art in a gilded frame.