As much hate Is to love

Chapter 8 - Dress dilemma

                                    Celiné

The hardest thing in the world is probably choosing an outfit when you're going to a special event.

Maybe you have an endless closet with clothes and dresses, or anything 'special' or something made for party's and night outs.

But it's harder when you only have four options to wear.

Clearly Andre didn't think this shit through. How the hell am I supposed to be going to a wedding, with some bougie ass people when I don't even have a dress to wear.

Or at least something pleasing. Because I swear to god, I don't want to risk anything. And what I mean by that is people asking me questions such as..

'Are you homeless?'

Because that's what I'm asking myself right now. I really don't know if I should just wear my other fit. Or just ask Andre.

Even though I really don't have the energy to go up to him and see his cold, dry responses. Let along his expression.

Bitch.

Sometimes I really just want to punch that frown off his face.

And to make matters worse. He has siblings. Who are giving me already giving me dirty looks, thinking I'm Andre's little slut or some shit.

So I'm really not putting up with this. I'll wear whatever I want. I don't, and will not give a fuck of what his rich self says.

And here I am. Standing In front of a mirror. With some jeans and a black blouse. Thank god I had at least something pleasing. But still this Isn't really for an event..

I mean. I don't look terrible.. it's meh. But oh god. It's going to be embarrassing to have the eyes on me once I get to the wedding.

Just the thought of that makes the hair on my arms jolt. Goosebumps... ick.

I'm Staring at myself in the mirror, something just feels wrong. Or different.

It's just too basic. The fit. I remember I didn't pack a lot. Only some clothes, inhaler and a couple other things.

I could make pull my hair into a pleasing hairstyle? Even though it has a mind of its own.

Having it out will do. I groan at the sight of the waves as I tuck some hair strands behind my ear.

And for some reason I'm nervous. I don't want to go to meet the others. Well, of course not. But my stomach is banging, trying to give me hints of why I'm so anxious.

I can't lie though. They look scary as hell. But after that 'meeting' last night, it wasn't that bad. I mean, they crack jokes and stuff.

But still, there is something off, but can't really place my finger where.

Although what should I know? I'm just a very lost girl walking down some lavish stairs as four eyes are eyeing me down..

Shit.

I mean every word when I say they look gorgeous. I mean Daniella's dress is angelic, and let alone her face.

And the guys, they look like they're just got done shooting a scene from an action movie. In a good way though.

I've never been the one who thinks suits are nice, they're just bullshit in my opinion. But suits have never looked so charming like the way now.

But of course. I'm the one getting grimaces and shocked faces from what I'm wearing.