Judy's POV

My heart was pounding as Erik drove us to the restaurant. I settled on wearing a yellow sundress, and I curled my hair, so it framed my face. This was a different look for me; while I typically liked to wear stretchy clothes that moved with my body, this was a little too girly for me. But it was one of Irene's original designs, and I knew she would appreciate my effort in trying to wear her styles.

When Gavin saw me after I finished getting dressed, his brows raised to his hairline, and he stared at me like he didn't recognize me. Though he didn't look displeased, he did, however, look confused.

"What are you wearing?" He asked, his eyes meeting mine.

"It's one of Irene's designs..." I told him. Holding his eye contact, daring him to say something negative.

"I know it's her design. But why are you wearing it? That's not your style," he told me, cocking his head slightly to the right as he studied me. "And your hair... did you curl it?" Now, I could see a hint of amusement in his eyes.

curled my hair," I said, my cheeks flushing as I reached up to touch one of the loose

eyeing me up and down again

around him to grab my

arm, stopping me. It wasn't enough to hurt, but it was enough that I knew better than to pull out of his grip. I looked up at him; he was staring

matter what your style

at the same time, I felt I was still justified, so I stood on my toes and kissed him

gesture," I told him with a shrug. "I just

fine," he told me, taking my hand into his.

What if they only liked me when they didn't think I was having sex with their father? What if they changed their mind about wanting me around? What if Matt doesn't want me as his mother? I wouldn't blame him... what kind of

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