Try platonic

7| Reception

When she entered in the room he was already there sitting on the bed focused on his phone on her sight he quickly grabbed the packages from the servant that was behind her and started checking everything. He was as serious as he could be.

He spread the bags on his bed and after opening each bag the rate of disappointment increased on his face. He liked none of that. He was definitely pissed. He wanted to say something but it was going to be useless as he stood in front of all those packages helplessly.

At least she went shopping for him he thought to himself. Rose meanwhile was checking what he bought for her too. She was shocked at how good he was at buying everything. Every single thing was exactly against her taste. What was that? So much accessories and stuff. She did not even knew some of the things names. There were a lot of bags with a lot of stuff.

With a little knocking at the door Grandma entered in the room. She looked at their dull faces they were definitely pissed at each other she could sense the tension in the room. There were tons of bags and stuff spread in their room and their faces with bad expressions gave her hint. She decided to not call it and in firm tone she addressed them.

Grandma: "Today is reception. Both of you chose dress for each other." Making space for herself she took a seat on the couch in the middle of the room.

Rose: "We are not dolls. We have wills and brains. You cannot do this." She shouted as she threw one of the bag from her hand and walked towards her.

Grandma: "Do you want to go to work tomorrow?" She taunted. Mitch already seeing the result of disobedience quickly started taking out stuff. Small part of him was excited to dress her. He chose a dress,then shoes,a purse, jewellery, accessories. Then excitedly he turned. "It's done." With content as he took a deep breath.

Rose: "Why do not you just bury me in all those accessories? Or should we go to mall again so you can. Put more stuff on me?" Until now she was silently looking at him choosing stuff for her. He took almost half an hour in deciding everything. He was great at pissing her.

Grandma: "Rose match his dress with what you chose and this time look at what are you choosing. Do not just choose anything." She gave an order.

With much anger now she went back to her previous position and started comparing and choosing stuff for him.

Rose: "Its done." She folded her arms after a minute. Mitch silently looked at the bad combination. It was the murder of fashion right in front of him and he could not do anything.

Grandma: "Then go and dress up. Are you two kids." She was already tired of babysitting them both.

Mitch quickly grabbed stuff and ran to the bathroom. With disappointment and much thought she tiredly sat on the bed side staring at the floor. "Is this what her life was gonna be now from now on?" She wondered.

He came out after twenty minutes. In that plain white shirt and black denim. A classic watch and shoe he looked quite elegant. He trimmed his beard and cut his hair so he looked great. He walked towards the mirror and checked himself. "You can slay anything you handsome hunk." He thought.

Grandma: "how is he looking? Rose." Who did not looked at him once.

Rose: "He looks less of a bastard now." She rolled her eyes and went in to change as well. He ignored her sentence and continued checking himself.

After a while she came out in that black dress and shoe she looked amazing.She was constantly pulling the dress expressing her discomfort.For a moment he skipped a beat as she stood close to the mirror frowning.

Grandma: "let's go Mitch." With a smile on her face. She knew he liked her.

Mitch: "Where?" He just did not want to leave her. He was constantly staring at her.

Grandma: "I have called someone she will get her ready let's go now." She had to basically pushed him out. An hour went by and he was in the hall holding a drink in his hand but after mini breaks he would stare at the door. Guests started even coming now. He was talking to a guy with divided attention. When Finally she came out.

In that black dress and a beautiful hairstyle her long hair untied wavering with the wind her. She looked gorgeous from head to toe. He definitely aced it. He was stuck there looking at her. She was on the stairs coming down at low pace focused on her dress it was hard for her to move in it eventually she lost her balance and about to fell but he quickly ran towards her and grabbed her from behind. Luckily she was fine.

He was holding her in his arms his arms wrapped around her waist. He kept Staring at her with a beating heart. He could not hear anything at the moment. For him time stopped for a moment. They were extremely close and she hated it. He was holding her in front of all the guests and it was even more embarrassing. She pushed him with her hands but he was just not responding she has asked him to let go of her thrice.

Eventually after a strong push he woke up and put her down "pervert" she called him in an angry tone and walk away while he stood right there still staring at her back. For the rest of the time she kept her distance from him. To move his attention from her he went and talked to multiple women but nothing seems to work he could not take his eyes off of her.

"Words were paid! Audience was cheering him to propose her."

Propose? It was his forte. He has proposed to over hundred women. With the intention of acing it he walked towards her. He was deciding to choose what line, which of the proposal went best. He has yet to decide. He was standing right in front of her. She rolled her eyes again. She knew he was going to be good at it what else has he done until now. He sat on his knee and held her hand. He gently kissed her. He decided to stare at her eyes. She felt ick. She definitely wanted it to end quickly. She hated when someone touched her.

Mitch: "I am in love with your eyes when you look at me I feel like it increases my worth. I have never made you smile yet but when I will do that it will be a greatest achievement for me. At this point I will prefer death over getting separated from you. So my dear lovely wife. I really love you can you be mine for the rest of your life?" He said as he stared in her eyes all the time.

She quickly said yes slipped her hand away from his grip and then walked away. "How can someone lie in such a way" she thought. He was still there on his knee. His friend quickly grabbed him and wake him up from his dream.

"Man it was so great. I am definitely gonna use this one."

He kept silence. It was not a line. He was not flirting. He said it with his pure heart and that was a dangerous thing. Was he falling for her? Or it was already over. He was buried in thoughts. He noticed her but not once she looked at him. "She is heartless."he thought He was now hurt. He grabbed the car in anger and went away. He was headed to the bar he wanted to get over her. He ended three bottles and was wasted. Something deep in his heart had hurt him badly.