"Tell your Grandfather that I don't want to marry you." She said as she faced me.
"So, you're rejecting me?"
"Call it whatever you want."
"You can't do that" I said.
"Why? I just did."
"No babe, you can't do that. If you would have said this to yo...
"Do I really have to go ?" I asked Jena over the phone.
"Yes!!! Jessian Riveras!! Yes!!!" She screamed at me, literally!
"You're the worst Jena."
"Jess, that man is a fucking hunk! You're not excited to see him ?"
Should I be honest with her ?
"Well, to be honest, I am kinda excited Jen.. I'm actually so excited that I'm in my walk in closet, looking at my options for tonight's dinner."
"I knew it! I knew you'll fall for his charms one day Jess."
Have I fallen for his charms ? Ughhh ewwww no!! He's probably fucking around some random girl as we speak..
"Hahaha very funny Jen, I'll go now. Need to get ready for the playboy."
I cut the call and then I went back to looking at my options for tonight. I wouldn't have cared about what I was going to wear but then I came up with a plan, a plan to be sooo irritating that he calls of the engagement himself. And for this plan, I need to wear something special.. something extra, something skimpy! I went through the skimpiest dresses I had in my wardrobe. The dresses I had but I never wore, designers sent me these, but those kinda dresses are not my style even though I wear them for shoots. Just not my personal style. But today, I'll have to go the extra mile, and just be as extra version of Jessian as I can be.
I picked out a wine bustier ruched dress.. it showed ample cleavage, something I would not have normally liked for a dinner, it was tight and accentuated my curves ALOT, it was just a little too much according to me. But to make Lucas Hernandez leave, this dress just might be the one!
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( This is the idea of the dress Jess is wearing, but just imagine it to be shorter )
I did my make-up, got ready and drove to the address he had texted me. The audacity of this man, didn't even come to pick me up like a gentleman that he claims himself to be! I reached the venue, Le Reballe, it was an Italian restaurant that I last went to when it had just opened up a year ago.
I parked my car, got out of it and was almost standing outside the restaurant for good ten minutes, still no sign of him.
Is he inside ? Will he not even be gentlemanly enough to atleast come outside and take the girl inside with him.. not even when the girl is his own god damn fiancee ? Ugh, calm down Jess.. you know he's a dickhead. Just focus on your plan.
I adjusted my dress, pulled it a little above my thigh as high and as skimpy it could get. I walked inside and the place was surprisingly quiet.
