FEARS

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Adriel's dress^^^^

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Stop making a mountain out of a molehill.

Come to think of it..making a mountain out of a molehill is pretty amazing.

Focus!

I chuckled to myself. I wonder how he's going to be there without a reservation.

It's not a must to make a reservation. Besides..you made one with your money. Would you let it go to waste?

I stopped moving. I can't waste money. I can't believe I'm accepting defeat too. I sobbed inwardly as I made my way back to the door.

Dashiell Fucking Asshole.

I pulled it open and moved to the reception counter. The spawn of the devil stood beside it, phone in hand as usual. I glared at him. What was he doing there?

Was he waiting for me? So, he knew I would come back.

As if noticing I was in there he raised his head. Our eyes met..he looked relieved? He masked that emotion quickly as his lips rose up to....guess what...smirk! Big suprise there!

"What took you so long?"

I clenched my fists, ignoring him and walked towards the man by the counter. I knew him too well. He looked a bit scared...or was it intimidated. What did asshole do now?

"Hey, Jim. It's been a while," I greeted, replacing my glare with a smile.

His scared or worried look vanished. "M-miss Evans! Nice to see you again!" The young man greeted, his hazel eyes twinkling. "You made a reservation for two I see...that's a first." He commented after looking through his computer.

I smiled. "There's always a first time for everything. Did my supposed date perhaps worry you?" I questioned, a glare directed to Dashiell.

"He's your date??" His face expressed his shock.

"Not actually, but close to that. So who is leading is to our table?" I quickly changed the topic.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'll get someone quickly," he assured.

As soon as he said that a waiter appeared. I really don't know how they do that. He opened the double doors to the main dinning hall and we walked in.

A smile grew on my face as I inhaled the sweet smell of food. The Lovers restaurant. One of the fanciest and classiest restaurant in Manhattan. It's actually meant for lovers...as the name implies...or dates.

I walked with ease across the marble floors. Soft romantic music played in the background. The lighting was really bright but had some low red glow in some areas. You could see that most people that came here, were richly dressed  or whatnot....and no one sat alone.

As we neared our table, Dashiell stopped in his tracks. I made a reservation for a candlelight dinner. Scented candles were littered across the table and the floor. The drapes covering the table was red and a little chandelier hung from above us. The table was at secluded corner of the restaurant so we could have some privacy.

I thanked the waiter and excused him before turning to Dashiell. He was frozen to the spot. His muscles were taut, jaw hardened and his eyes blazed with an intense fire. He was glaring at the table with so much disdain.

"Hey, what's wrong?" I asked softly.

"There's a problem with this date," he growled out lowly.

My brows furrowed...what annoying remark does he want to give now? "And what is that?"