Geoffrey turned towards the outfit I chose with a stupefied face "ma'am Eve, I think I should patch it" he tried to grab the outfit, "what are you doing? I picked it especially for Oliver, mom likes this kind of outfit I'll show it to him" I snatched the outfit back and turned to walk up to the room only to see Oliver standing behind me dressed in a neatly brown tuxedo, my face wrinkled. What does he think he is doing? I'm here preparing a perfect outfit for him. He chose the one that makes him look like a rich brat, "uhmm... Oliver" I called, staring at him from head to toe.
"I'm going to meet your parents, you're still calling me by my name?" He asserted with a sullen face, I rolled my eyes, "should I call you Mr. Grey then?" I let out with a mocking smirk.
"You should address me as ho
