Saturday mornings were never special, until Lizzie starts dating Jonny Goodman and goes to Friday Night Dinner. Saturday mornings which were once for hangovers and the walk of shame, have now become lounging in bed with the love of her life and turn...
A/N: Do I keep making outfits for chapters with less than 500 words that are barley more than three paragraphs because Florence Pugh is really pretty and I love imagining her in outfits and prefer that to actually writing?
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"Where're you going?" Jonny asks from bed as I put in my earrings,
"Out, I told you about it the other day," I roll my eyes and grab my bag from the chair in the corner
"Did you?" he sits up slowly, rubbing the sleep from his eyes
"Yes, you were on the phone to Liz though. So, it shows who you listen to," I mutter and go to leave
"What does that mean?" he defends
"Nothing,"
"Why're you wearing heels?"
"I'm popping to the office after, I have work to do. They stick to the heels rules even on weekends,"
"And that jumper could reveal something if the wind blows,"
"So? I can wear what I want in public,"
"Saturday's us day, why did you say you'd go out?"
"It was us day," I turn around and glare "before you decided that Liz and your job was more important before your own girlfriend,"
"What?" he looks lost and I roll my eyes yet again "you've been doing late nights as well. You've been missing Friday Night dinners for ages,"
"That's because you've been 'working' so much, I thought I might as well do the same!" I use hand quotations over 'working' and can feel the anger start to bubble up inside me
"I haven't done anything wrong? Why're you so angry?"
"IF you actually think you've done nothing wrong and that blowing off plans with your girlfriend of a year and a half for your 6-month boss is okay, then you can tell your mother I won't be coming to dinner next week either!" I walk out the bedroom and hear Jonny shout after me but I just grab my coat and keys before slamming the front door to our flat.
