Fated Love

chapter 7

"So, what are your plans, after today?" Dean asked, whilst fumbling with his tie. The more he could not get it the more he the expression of being strangled appeared on his face. And it was serious, since veins were starting to jut out.

I shook my head chuckling, walked to him. It was such a simple thing, I didn't know why he wouldn't do it. After just a second, he was all suit up and he hated it to death.

"Perfect!" I teased after seeing his face.  He gave me the 'are you serious look' and I chuckled before walking back to carry on with my dressing. I had picked a blue chiffon top from the drawer, which Dean and I had been sharing for the last couple of months, and matched it with my yellow knee-length pencil skirt. I had already done my makeup, which was close to none and now it was time for shoes.

Just like Dean hated the black tie that had completed his perfect outfit, I hated my shoes. It was a pair of I-don't-know- how-many inches black heels, that I had bought months ago, specifically for that occasion. I needed all the height I could get because my gown was oversized.

I didn't want to trip myself with my own gown and make a fool of myself in front of my family- I didn't really care what other people thought of me.I put them on and stood in front of the mirror, I did look good. I was still admiring myself when Dean appeared beside me, I hooked my arm around his, "You will be my walking stick today." I informed, pointing at my shoes in my reflection. He flashed me with his cute smile and I couldn't help but smile back.

He looked so perfect, no, he was perfect. The black tie married the white shirt and the Armani suit he was wearing so perfectly .

I didn't realize I zoned out while checking him out, until he snapped his fingers in front of my face. "Like what you see? " He teased, turning slightly, so I could get proper access of his marvelous body. I rolled my eyes and blushed big time when I realized what I had done.

He gave me his right arm and I gladly took it. Carefully, we walked out of our tiny house, to the car. Dean helped me in, and once I was settled, he got in too. Our chauffeur smiled at us, nodded then we took off.

The drive was comfortably quiet until Dean spoke, "You didn't answer my question earlier, what is your plan?" He asked.

"I don't know, I want to get a job like everyone else, I have my eyes on a few companies that I want to intern for, then the rest will just fall on line. But I want something that deals with communication. I don't want to waste all that project skills I acquired."He faked a cough then wore a deadpan expression. "What is funny?" I remembered him making fun of me constantly about how silly communications sounded.

"I didn't say anything!" he defended himself, throwing a white flag.

"But you were definitely thinking something."I had narrow into a slit. him. He shook his head no, and I decided to forgive him. But with a warning,"Don't mess with communication birdie, it is important." he just laughed at me and the rest of the drive to school was silent.

Lucky for me, when we got put of the car, I spotted my family right away. My mom was fetching her phone, I think she was about to call me.My dad wasn't in sight-he was probably struggling to get a parking space. "Mom!" I called out, happily jumping into her arms." I am so glad you made it on time, where is dad? "

"Right here, kiddo!" My dad was the one that answered. I turned around and hugged him tightly. When we pulled away, he couldn't stopped smiling. For a second I felt his pride for me. I could see it right in his eyes. I was proud of me too and I was grateful he did not give up on me. Knowing what I went through, he was amazed I didn't give up on my education too. "Where is Beryl? She promised me she would be here."I whined pouting like a little baby.