I stood in front of the mirror looking at myself frowning. Turning left to right looking at the dress. It doesn't look that good on me. I haven't lost that baby fat as yet. I don't know. I should probably fake sick or something to get out of this dinner. I don't feel like going out.
I sighed turning away from the mirror ready to take off the dress but before I could reach for the zip there was a knock followed by the door opening.
Derek entered the room and instead of saying anything he stayed silent. His silence made me nervous and I started rubbing my hand on my exposed arm.
He was dressed in a fancy suit holding a black box in his hand. I didn't know what the look in his eyes meant so I had to look away so I hang my head looking at my feet in the 3inches peep-toe heels that I'm wea
