💋Material Girl// Gossip Girl

11// you and I have history

You guys should listen to my love by Sia while you read this chapter. Definitely goes with the mood.

On the Upper East Side, the possibilities are endless. Dom or Krug, Winston or Cartier, Tory or Stella, eventually even the people with everything have to choose.

-Gossip Girl

Logan said formal attire, I can cross out half of my guesses for tonight's events. I was extremely flustered as I raved through my wardrobe. I needed to find the perfect dress but none of the ones I have were appealing. Either I've worn it already or I criticized myself for purchasing it.

There was nothing, mom came into my room a mess and suggested we go shopping so we did. There I found the perfect dress; a sleeveless, high neck, lace fitted dress. When I saw it, it spoke to me, literally. In a small boutique shop, not Barney's. Top store in New York with a lot of capital yet the majority of the clothes are ridiculously hideous.

In my dress, strapped heels, hair loose and wavy, I munch on goldfish crackers nervously.

I have butterflies, I've been on dates before even with Logan yet I'm still nervous. Logan has a totally different effect on me that I hate it. He makes me feel nervous most of the time he's around me now and I blush normally more than I would.

"Don't spoil your appetite." Mom scolds as she walks into the kitchen. She takes the box of goldfish crackers and begins eating them herself.

"I'm a nervous wreck, I eat when I'm anxious." I say before munching onto a cracker.

"Nervous? Why?" She asks, her eyebrow quirked as she looks at me.

"I don't know. It's sort of ridiculous considering that I've been out with the guy before." I respond. I sigh as my foot begins to tap on the floor involuntarily.

"Maybe it's because he's not just some guy." Mom says, her eyebrows are raised as she looks at me.

She takes a seat on the island stool beside me "Is Logan just some other guy?" She asks before she plops a cracker into her mouth.

Absolutely not. No thinking required, not for him. "He's not. He genuinely cares about me deeply that it annoys me most of the time because he puts me into consideration first. He looks out for me and he's there when I need him even when I don't want him near. When I'm around him, I get butterflies even though I've known him for years. He makes me smile and blush, I don't blush and you know it. When I'm around him I feel like my life is complete, all my life I always felt that I was missing something. I've been searching and as it turns out he's the missing piece I need. The one missing piece of my complicated jigsaw puzzle." I say

I'm no longer anxious but calm, speaking about him made me feel happy even when he's not around.

I feel mom's hand grab onto mine, she gives me a gentle squeeze. I look at her, her eyes soft and a gentle smile lies on her face.

"All I ever wanted was for a perfect man to come into your life and care for you in all the ways a man should. You found him, you may have gone through rough roadblocks but at the end, he was there. Honey, you found the love every woman searches for." She says, her eyes are glossy as she gazes into mine.

I pull her into a hug, I rest my head on her shoulder. "Just know mom has to come first no matter what." She says, chuckling for a moment.

"Always." I say with a small smile.

"You look beautiful, Logan's lucky to have someone as beautiful as you." She says.

I don't respond as the doorbell rings. Mom wipes the bottom of her watery eyes and gives me a smile "Go knock his pants off." She says before shaking her head "Not literally. I meant just woo him away with your beauty that is."