𝗢𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗜𝗔 𝗞𝗔𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗨- Was your average rich girl, just as privileged as the next one.
Yet, she never believed much in religion. It was forced on her, her entire life. Olivia's parents, didn't support of her actions. She was a problem child...
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I clutched onto my handbag, looking at myself in the mirror. It was a Sunday morning, and I had to go to church with our families.
For the first time, in maybe a decade.
I was wearing a white sundress, it was long, longer then any dress i've worn. It had these cute little yellow flowers on it, I had decided to pair it with a cream white sweater-cardigan, just so it wouldn't be too... provocative.
I wore some heels that had matched the color of the sweater. It all pulled together nicely.
"You ready?" Tom knocked twice on the door, before cracking it open. I turned on my feet, patting the dress down. Seeing him extend the door further. He was wearing some jeans, less baggy then usual and a white polo button up.
Nothing on his head, just a cross chain underneath the collar of the shirt, some nice sneakers and his usual circular glasses.
"You clean up nice." He complimented.
"You look... very dapper?" I tilted my head a bit, analyzing him. "It's nice, just different." I shrug.
"Okay i'll try not to take offense to that reaction, also one more thing." Tom began to jam his knuckles into his forehead. Annoyed.
"What's wrong?" I questioned.
"Our extended families think this..." He motions to all around us. "Is real." Tom adds on. "Okay, so." I curved my lips, walking up to him.
"So.. act like you know..." He scratched the back of his neck. "Like what?" I quirked a brow up.
"Like... you love me."
"Okay." I shrugged again.
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His dad began to shake everyone's hand as we went in, it had to have been nine in the morning, I woke up at seven, which I was not used to.
"Don't you both look very, acceptable." His dad complemented, seeing us come inside.
Acceptable?
I decided i'd drop it, and instead shook his hand, making my way inside. I immediately saw my extended family, and Tom's.
There was cousins, nephews, nosy aunts, creepy uncles, you name it!
I held Tom's hand, interlocking my fingers with his you know.... as if we were married?
"Hi sweetie!" My mom chirped, pulling me into a hug, and giving me a kiss on the cheek. "You look lovely! Are you getting along with Tom?"
