JUST FOR YOU

《10》YOLO!

Even though the mall wasn't far, traffic made it seem far. When we got there, we were tired and hungry, so we decided to get drinks and snacks. After eating and resting for a while, we got down to business, and by business, I meant clothes buying. After four hours of picking and dropping, nays and yeahs. I finally managed to pick about ten dresses. Vincent even suggested I pick shoes and purses to match, and I did.

One thing though kept bothering me. How was he getting the money he was spending?

But I never asked because, as the saying goes, 'Never ask questions you don't want to know the answer to.' So, I kept quiet and enjoyed the money.

After all, YOLO!

"Ok, we can go now. I'm okay with these." I told him. He walked over to the cashier to pay for the clothes, and we left the mall. We made our way to the car and headed home. Luckily, traffic had lessened then, so we got home on time to rest and prepare for the party.

As soon as we stepped into the apartment, I was greeted by Miriam's questioning eyes. "You guys should have slept there." She batted her eyelids.

I gave her a dismissive hand wave and sneered, "Is that the way you welcome someone that's just coming home after a really long time?"

"Her royal majesty. You are very welcome, ma'am." She exclaimed sarcastically and twisted her lips.

"Thank you, my faithful servant." I replied to her sarcastically and walked past her way to the room to pick the dress I was going to wear for the party.

I sighed to myself. Here comes the hardest part.

I started searching the bags, looking for nothing in particular. I had emptied the bags and spread the dresses all over the bed, and the shoes were arranged on the floor alongside their purses.

What was I thinking when I chose these clothes? I couldn't wear any of them. Vincent had allowed me to pick all of them, and I did it blindly without thinking. They were too short. Some barely had anything covering the backs. Some stopped a few inches after my butt while the rest were sleeveless and off-the-shoulder.

I was definitely going to feel uncomfortable wearing these kinds of clothes, as I wasn't used to them.

"Why don't you wear that red dress? It'll look just right on you and help bring out your curves." Vincent said, interrupting my train of thoughts.

I glanced around to look at the red dress. Lo and behold, it fell into the category of sleeveless, backless, and it stopped a few inches after my butt.

"No way, how would I wear this? I'd be mistaken for a slut." I exclaimed and let out a fatigued sigh.

"Not if I'm there to say otherwise," he said in an authoritative tone. "Besides, I want you to make a statement while we're there."

Why don't you make the statement yourself by wearing it?

"What kind of statement would I make if not 'I'm an available snack for all, and I'm ready to be eaten by all?" I exclaimed with my hands on my hips and eyes wide open, staring at the clothes in disbelief.

What was I thinking when I was selecting them? I facepalmed myself.

I don't think you were thinking at all. You refused to listen to me because of Vincent, so bear the consequences.

I forgot I was arguing with myself and hissed loudly.

"No. It'd say I'm with him, so back off because I'd be right next to you when we enter the club." He grinned. I thought that was cute.