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He gives me a cheek kiss and leads me to his car while remarking, "Isabella, you look beautiful."
I giggle, "You clean up pretty good to Mr. Olivia."
He makes fun of me by saying, "You're such a little shit."
Despite that, you love me, I grin and reply.
I couldn't fully understand what he said, but I just disregarded it and got in the car.
It would be an understatement to say that I'm shitting myself about how this will all turn out, but before he entered, I took a deep breath and wiped my sweaty palms on the hem of my dress.
When the automobile began to move, I was almost about to slam his door open, yell "I quit," and storm out of the room.
He flushed and turned his head to look back at the road as I giggled and sat down next to him since, for some reason, being i
