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?"

and shrugged as I walked

went dry at

Hercules. The ever handsome, Gabriel Wilsons in his mouth-watering outfit of the night. He's wearing just

for a second, he pushed me back inside the door and

at

wearing, Madi? That's my grandmother's dress

Jamie's exact words.

open my mouth when we both heard Jamie laugh. We both looked at her. But her laugh died instantly when she noticed that Gabriel

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

with a better excuse?'- I asked silently

out of our sight, Gabriel asked me

Madi? What is that?" he asked in a disgusted

repeated what

is what we called fashion!" I

not to know what is called 'fashion'

clothes? You're a man!" I withdrew my hand. But instead of answering my

room?" I

are you

you, where is your

"Upstairs! Why?"

again and led me towards the

"What are you doing---"

your fucking clothes into a

almost popped out of my eyes after

walking

"And why?"

excuse me! I can do it myself!" I snapped at

I can help you." he shrugged and I glared

to the cold Mr Wilsons in the office? Because the man in front of me is slightly

Mr Gabriel Wilsons! Just go back to the

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