That's Not Who I am

chapter twenty four

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, holding my shirt up to see the word. My fingers trace over the marks and I frown at the mirror. "You look beautiful." My head whips around to see Fred leaning against the doorway. He comes over and wraps his arms around me. "Want to go out tonight?" He whispers in my ear. Chills ran up my spine, but I was hesitant. "Where to?" I ask. "It is a surprise." He smiles. "I...I don't know." I contemplate. "Is it safe?" I ask, dropping my gaze from his. "Eva, would I ever put you somewhere that isn't safe? Dont you trust me?" He asks. I shook my head, meeting his eyes once more. "Okay." I whisper. I kiss his lips softly and his hands trail down to the small of my back. "Dress nice." He kisses my cheek, slaps my arse, and leaves the room with a wink.
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I glanced in the mirror, hesitantly wondering if I should change. "You look nice." I turn and see George smiling at me. "Are you sure?" I question. Turning back to the mirror and seeing my pale skin contrasting with the blue. "Why, are you worried?" He asks. I brush through my hair and start fixing my makeup. "Yes. I guess Im waiting for the day when he finally realizes I'm not good enough for him. He deserves so much." I sigh, finishing my makeup and going over to George. "Nobody will ever be as perfect for him as you." He states. "Thanks, Georgie." I hug him and he chuckles. "Be good. He better have you home by ten." He jokes. I giggle and nod before leaving the apartment and going downstairs. I wish it were like the movies my 'Mum' and I used to watch when I was little. The princess would descend the stairs and meet the prince and everything was perfect with a Happy Ever After. But it was not the case. I walked down the stairs, definitely not a princess. I met the most handsome man alive, but not the prince. Nothing can be perfect as long as the war is still going on. I know Fred tries, but he doesnt understand.