Emberly
Asher had sent me a text claiming he was sorry about what happened, he asked for a date and despite all my attempts to refuse it, he still insisted. So here I was.
I had refused to wear any of the dresses he bought me and picked the one he hated as a sign of rebellion.
If he couldn’t control his anger about it then I would walk right back to the house, just as I got to his car, I noticed the unhappy look on his face over the dress and I felt the date would end before it started.
But he shoved whatever comment he had and smiled, “you look good” he gave a simple remark.
I smiled and got into the car.
We arrived a hotel restaurant and took our seats, the waiter walked towards us.
“I will have this and she will have this” Asher pointed to the menu’s.
He didn’t care what I wante
