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?"

smiled and shrugged as I walked towards

surprisingly, my mouth went dry at the sight in

his mouth-watering outfit of the night. He's wearing just a simple black shirt and black

smile widened when his jaws dropped after seeing my dress. And without waiting for a second, he pushed me back inside the door and closed it with a loud bang behind him. He grabbed my wrist,

gasped at

the hell are you wearing, Madi? That's my grandmother's dress when

Jamie's exact words.

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

kitchen. I think I forgot to turn off the

with a better excuse?'- I asked silently on her retreating

out of our

you wearing, Madi? What is that?"

just repeated what I told

we called fashion!" I

born yesterday not to know what

What do you know about woman's fashion for clothes? You're a

room?" I looked at

are you asking

asking you, where is

"Upstairs! Why?"

he grabbed my wrist again

"What are you doing---"

your fucking clothes into

out of my eyes after realizing what he

I stopped walking and his head turned

"And why?"

me! I can do it myself!" I snapped at him annoyed, but the jerk

can help you." he

to the cold Mr Wilsons in the office? Because the

Mr Gabriel Wilsons! Just go back to the living room and

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