ERICA'S POV
“What do you mean, you can't come?” Max asked, agitated.
I shrugged my shoulders. “I don't have a dress plus I am ugly.”
“You're not ugly, Erica.” He stated.
I rolled my eyes. He's such a good liar. Off course he knows that I am nothing compared to all the women he had dated before. I mean I am ugly that's the most truest fact anyone could ever say. And honestly I am okay with being ugly.
“Let's go shopping then.” He smiled, reveling his perfectly white teeth.
“Look-”
“You're going to be my bride. That's the least I can do for you.” He said his sentence while cutting me in middle.
I didn't feel like arguing him. I mean he will force me to come anyways. Why should I waste my engery.
We reached the shop and my eyes, damn my eyes. The shop was like a huge mansion,
