Madi's POV:

"What am I going to wear--- what am I going to wear? Argh!" I kept asking myself for more than 10th times this evening.

"I hate you, Mr Wilsons!" I grabbed my hair in frustration as I walked into my closet.

"What should I suppose to wear?" I asked myself again. "A dress? A short? mini-dress? long dress------"

I paused as I smiled at the thought that popped up in my head.

"Great, Madi! You're such a smart woman!" a devilish grin formed on my lips.

Ten minutes before seven in the evening, I decided to go downstairs and wait for him in the living room. For sure he knows how to knock.

But as I went down the stairs, Jaime looked at me as if she saw a clown. I just rolled my eyes but then smiled at her.

"What is that, Madi?" she can't stop laughing.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"What are you wearing? Seriously? An ankle-length white skirt and a white-loose blouse? Where are you from--- 16th or 15th century?" She laughed again, clutching her stomach.

"Why? It's fashion." I just shrugged.

"Yeah, that's a great fashion, Madi. That's also how my great-grandmother's style when she's a teenager."

And I laughed with her. Why? Because I can imagine what Gabriel's reaction would be after seeing my 'beautiful' outfit.

"By the way, where are you going?" she bit her lower lip to keep from laughing.

But before I could answer her question, there's a knock on the front door.

She arched her eyebrow. "Expecting someone?"

I walked

my mouth went dry at the sight

outfit of the night. He's wearing just a simple black shirt and black pants, but you can't deny the Adonis hiding on

without waiting for a second, he pushed me back inside the door and closed

at his sudden

That's my grandmother's

Jamie's exact words.

heard Jamie laugh. We both looked at her. But her laugh died instantly when she noticed

kitchen. I think I forgot to turn off the faucet." and she ran back to

come with a better

our sight, Gabriel asked me

What is that?"

just repeated what

what we

yesterday not to know what is called

You're a man!"

is your room?" I looked at

What are you

asking you, where is your

"Upstairs! Why?"

wrist again and

"What are you doing---"

fucking clothes into a

out of my eyes after realizing what

that!" I stopped walking and his

"And why?"

it myself!" I snapped at him annoyed,

help you." he shrugged and I glared

cold Mr Wilsons in the office? Because the man in front of

hell no, Mr Gabriel Wilsons! Just go back to the living room and

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