Yzabelle:
I couldn’t believe him. I expected him to like how I dressed, since I put a lot of time into picking the right outfit. And in the end, was that what I got from him?
Did I really look tacky? But this is a die-hard look!
I glanced at him in the driver's seat. He was driving calmly. How dare he be calm after he put me into irritation?
I hate him!
“Oh, please. Stop nagging, already. You just took it wrongly,” I heard him struggling to explain.
I shouldn't have come with him. Why did I even bother?
Oh, maybe his ‘charming admirer’ dressed really nicely, and he was comparing me to her.
I hate it! I hate him! Really hate him!
I saw him shaking his head from my peripheral vision.
Damn! Why didn't he just come to the mall all by himself? Maybe he was meeting the girl at the mall
