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Chapter 17: This stupid town seems to think so.

Ivory

"You're going to love it here!" Declan says to me. It's about 3 o'clock in the afternoon. Around 10 me and Declan finally got dressed. I put in the white dress and Declan is wearing his normal Jeans and dark blue T-shirt.  We talked for hours, we ate, and then we read. We might've kissed too here and there.

He's pulling up to a fancy restaurant. It doesn't look like a house like the last restaurant he took me to. This one is much more put together no booths just tables. The lights are dim as to smooth the mood. The main color of the whole place was velvet red. There was multiple middle age couples in the tables. No one Younger than 40 in the entire place not even the waiters. Everyone was all extremely dressed up with their pearls and suits and lace dresses.

I felt very underdressed. My dress is a very angelic color. Not stain on the white, it's as white as paper. It's an off the shoulder kind of dress. I had to wear a strapless bra with it but I don't really mind those. It does have lace but it's only one the hem of the dress, very in trend. I never liked being a part of the trend. But this certain trend I liked. I don't like the ripped jeans, the crop tops, the black leggings that shows your butt. The one time I wore those I wore a shirt that covered my butt, I still got dress coded got sent home and I got three hours of my daddy yelling at me and calling me those 'not ladylike' words. Only reason why they sent me home was because I have a figure in the first place.

Everyone in the restaurant was staring at us. But Declan didn't seem to know or to even notice. He was stuck in his own little world, like always. He was always staring at something in the distance thinking to himself, daydreaming about something. Just looking at Declan makes me blush because I think I've what happened just a couple hours ago. First, I told him the bloody and gruesome story of my past. Second, he tells me he loves me in the most romantic and sweet way I have never seen but only have read. Third, we have a very intense make out session. I didn't even know I was kissing him until until he told me to jump. I was so lost in my own world of someone else loving me. I'm not going to say I didn't enjoy it. And lastly the ring. It was absolutely beautiful. The way it was cut and shaped was just unbelievable. You could very much tell a girl picked this out. And the bracelet was just as pretty. Wasn't as girlish it was definitely supposed to be worn by a guy. I love it. I love what it says. I really would've like to have met his sister.

I turn to Declan who is talking to the greeter of the restaurant, who leads people tables. She smiling at Declan and Declan is smiling back at her. So I guess it's going good. What's this type of place would've guessed you need a reservation. But nevertheless the lady was walking us to a table. As we get the table Declan pulls out a chair and gestures for me to sit in it. When I finally sit down in the chair, after seconds of protest, saying that I could pull up my chair and pull out a by myself, I sit down.

Everyone is still staring at us. Then I recognize some of the people that knew my parents. When they see my parents they don't give respect, they give disgust and that goes for their children. Child, I corrected myself. They're not looking at Declan or how underdressed we are, they're looking at me. They're looking at my skin. They're looking at my coca-Cola bottle shape body.
Declan sits in the chair across from me. He's had that smile on his face ever since I asked him about the ring on. It hadn't left his face one second. I never really witnessed someone with that look on their face. Taylor's boyfriend looks at her that way but only when he thinks no one is looking. I was looking. I wasn't trying to be creepy or anything. I just liked the way he looked at her. Like you saw no one else. That is he was on another world and the only person he ever saw was Taylor. That's the look that Declan's giving me right now but now that I think of it, that's the look he's always given me. Well he has always been in love with me or so he says. I just like the feeling of someone telling me and actually see that they mean it. At first I thought he was just pitying me then he just kept going on and on about how much he loved me and how he saw the little things, that I don't even notice. Maybe I should've noticed. But you could say that I didn't really have a good home life too, based my real life.