Georgia's Pov
Standing in front of Michael, who was seated on the bed, I held up two dresses, one in each hand. "Michael, which one of these dresses do you think would make me look more intimidating?" I asked, my voice coming out a little more nervous than I intended.
Michael gave me a skeptical look, his eyebrows arching slightly. "And why can’t you just pick any one of them?" he asked. "Aren’t you just going over to your parents' place with the lawyer to finalize the property transfer? Is there a specific reason why you're trying to look intimidating?" he questioned.
I sighed, not exactly surprised that Michael had responded to my simple request so seriously. "I know you're going to think I'm being silly, but I’m quite nervous about meeting my entire family again today," I admitted.
