(Unspoken Series #3) A young girl falls deeply in love with a boy who isn't on the same level of status as her, she is forced to choose between men with the same status as her, but what they didn't know is that the young boy is able to give what oth...
As I stared at myself in the mirror, adjusting the delicate lace of the dress my mother had insisted I wear, I let out an exasperated sigh. "I can't believe she's making me do this," I mumbled to myself, my fingers smoothing out the fabric. "It's just dinner, not some fancy gala."
Ever since I had mentioned my budding interest in Lulu, my mother had been on a mission to make sure I presented myself in the most impeccable manner. This dress, was one of her latest attempts to mold me into the picture-perfect image of a young, refined woman.
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"You need to look the part if you want to catch a man's attention," she had said earlier that evening, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of pride and determination. "And Charles or Zack seems like such a nice, hardworking young men. This is your chance to make a lasting impression."
I rolled my eyes at the memory, knowing full well that my mother's idea of "making a lasting impression" was vastly different from my own. All I wanted was to be myself, to let my natural charm and personality shine through, without the need for elaborate dresses and formal etiquette.
"Why can't she just let me be?" I muttered, smoothing a stray lock of hair back into place.
As much as I loved my mother, I sometimes felt stifled by the constant expectations and pressure to conform to a certain image. I longed for the freedom to be unapologetically myself, to wear what I wanted and to simply enjoy the company of someone I cared about without all the unnecessary formality.
With a resigned sigh, I gave myself one last once-over in the mirror, adjusting the delicate straps of the dress. I knew that arguing with my mother would only lead to more frustration, and right now.
"Okay, Nicole, time to put on your best smile," I said to myself, taking a deep breath. "Let's do this."
Squaring my shoulders, I stepped out of my room and made my way downstairs, where my mother was waiting, a proud smile on her face.
"There's my beautiful girl," she cooed, reaching out to give my hand a gentle squeeze. "You're going to knock them dead tonight, I just know it."
I forced a polite smile, silently hoping that the evening would pass by quickly so I could return to being my true, carefree self.
I felt my heart drop. "Boys your age that come from extremely powerful, influential, and esteemed families are going to be there tonight," she said, excitement brimming in her voice. "You should choose one of them to be your date."
I could feel my stomach twist with anxiety. The last thing I wanted was to be paraded around like a prized possession, forced to make small talk and entertain some pompous, wealthy suitor my mother had picked out.
"Mom, I don't want a date," I protested, my voice barely above a whisper. "I just want to have a nice dinner with you. I'm not interested in any of those boys."
