Sorry for my pride

Convenience..

The bell sounded in the house, so I turned to go to the room: “I will not be late.”

I closed the door and started looking for suitable clothes in my bag. It is true that I did not have enough clothes with me, but fortunately I had put suitable clothes in it. I fixed my gaze on the simple dress that appeared in front of me. It was a golden dress, its colors mixed with dark brown and at the end it faded to white. It was short and very simple. I wore it slowly and carefully, and I cannot deny that I felt completely satisfied as I stared at myself in the mirror.

I've had this dress for two years, Ethan gave it to me on my nineteenth birthday. I let my hair fall down my back, but in the end I changed my mind and put it up. I also put on eyeshadow and lipstick.

I looked at myself for the last time...and here...it dawned on me. What have I done to myself in the name of God? why all this? Why did I exaggerate my appearance in the first place and why all this enthusiasm?

I swallowed hard, looking at my reflection: “What do you want by looking like this?”

I couldn't find an answer and I feel like doing this will drive me crazy. I took a deep breath and whispered encouragement: “It's okay...it's okay.”

I slowly left the room towards the living room, and I found only two people. A woman who looks to be in her mid-forties and a man who looks close to her age as well. What caught my attention most was the elegance and appearance of each of them! The woman is wearing a dark blue linen shirt and skirt, holding a small, bright sugar-colored bag. She is a thin woman who raises her head with some confidence and dignity. Her features are sharp as she looks at me with mysterious eyes.

The man was also wearing a formal black suit. He was relatively tall and broad-shouldered.

There was a strange aura in the apartment suddenly...!

“Hello,” I said, smiling kindly.

I approached to find them staring at me with very careful, scrutinizing looks that confused me! Until I felt anxious and confused nervous my will.

I went forward to shake hands with the gentleman standing next to Chris, and his hand slowly extended as he looked at me for a long time in a way that made me look at Chris with confusion.

I ignored it and said, "I'm Charlotte." 

He said calmly and nicely: “Hi Charlotte. I’m Joshua. Just call me Josh ”

" Nice to meet you" 

Then the woman approached with brown hair that went just past her shoulders and was honey-coloured, just like Chris's hair

I shook her hand with a calm smile as she said: “Hello, Miss Charlotte, I am Claudia, Chris’s aunt, and Josh is my husband. You are wonderful, my dear. I did not expect to meet a young woman with your features!”

My features? What is she referring to and what does my features have to do with meeting her?!

“My features? What do you mean..?”

" aunt!" Chris said it quietly, interrupting me and giving her a quick look. His aunt smiled and sat down after her husband sat and said: “Pleased to meet you, my dear..”

Chris sat next to them, and I sat next to him, repeating: “So do I.”

She slowly lowered her brown eyes and looked back at me before asking,: “How old are you, Charlotte?”

"I'm twenty-one"

"Huh?" Josh's reaction was as his eyes widened

While his wife said, looking at Chris in astonishment: “What?!”