“Wait! I need to understand something, babe…” Susan walked over to me after I had put on the dress and was taking a look at my figure in the mirror. “Are you saying there's nothing else between you two? I can't believe someone who isn't into you will spend this kinda money to get this dress for you.”
She was gesturing, looking so perplexed.
“Don't you think he's hitting on you indirectly?” she asked and walked over me. “I'm talking to you, so tell me that you're going to accept him once he finally confesses.”
I cleared my throat and nodded, “He already hit on me, and we are dating,” I whispered to her, and her eyes widened. “I was scared to tell you, so don't let anyone know.”
For a few seconds, Susan couldn't find her words again. But when she finally was able to speak, I couldn't bel
