Babydoll ||Charles Leclerc

Tied Together With a Smile.

June 9, 2014

Last night I sent Charles a list of things he had to do after losing a bet. The list was as follows:

1-To be picked up from home in a luxury car.

2-Don't dress like a homeless person and be elegant.

3-A bouquet of freesias will be in hand.

4-My brother will be welcomed and asked for permission.

5-Greet my parents before leaving.

6-The car door will be opened when getting in and out of the car.

7-Be polite and get out of the bear identity.

8-The bill will be paid at the venue.

9-No one will be told about the bet and the bet will end at midnight.

He put the last item in himself because he believed he would be disgraced if people found out. For me, it was enough that my brother knew I had Charles wrapped around my finger. In any case, at the end of the day, I was the one who got a hundred euros. I went to the large white closet in my room and opened the doors. After rummaging through the closet, I bought a shabby white dress with pink flowers on it and left it on my bed to wear. I took off my pink Converse shoes under the dress and put them aside. After combing my hair, I put on a light make-up and put on the clothes I had taken off and looked at how I looked in the mirror. I heard the doorbell and went downstairs with my bag to open it. After waiting for him for a short while, I opened the door, Charles straightened his white T-shirt and handed me the bouquet of flowers.

"Wow, wow, the rules were followed. It brought tears to my eyes." She wore black shorts under her white T-shirt.

"I even borrowed my dad's car, I'm going to talk to Daniel now." I ran after him, waiting for him to come into the house to talk to my brother. He walked through the large door leading from the kitchen to the garden and walked over to my brother who was playing on his phone on the gray sofa. I sat down on the couch, leaned my back against the soft cushion and watched my brother and Charles shake hands as they always did. Daniel turned his head to me and looked first at the bouquet of flowers in my hand and then at the dress I was wearing.

"What's with the outfit? Is there a wedding?" I didn't stay silent because I was used to his teasing.

"Yes, you are the groom. We're going to get you married and we'll be rid of you." Charles turned to me, his face as if he was constipated and had to rush to the restroom.

"Well, Bella and I have a plan today. If you approve." Daniel looked at me with a frown and remembered our bet.

"Did he just ask my permission? Did you make this happen? God, this is the best day of my life!" He started laughing unstoppably. If he didn't stop, he was going to burst out laughing at a ketchup commercial and turn into a tomato with ketchup on it. I took my hand away from the bouquet and covered my face in shame. My brother was the most retarded person you could ever meet in this life.

"Sure, man, you can go. Don't forget to take lots of pictures, okay? I'll use them for postcards in the future." He came to the door with us, but when he saw the car at the door, he ran to the car and leaned against the window. I told you he was an idiot.

"Is this Uncle Herve's car?" Charles grabbed my brother by the hair and pulled his face away from the car window.

"Yeah, my dad gave me permission for today." She winked at me and turned back to my brother. My brother continued to complain, raised his index finger and pointed at us.