ELENA.
"What the f**k are you wearing?" he asked me. He looked pissed, but I didn't understand why.
"Umm...a dress?" I said, looking at my dress. Maybe it had a tear somewhere that I didn't know about; perhaps that's what he's trying to point out.
However, after examining myself thoroughly and trying to locate the tear, I couldn't find anything. Everything looked good. So what was the problem?
"Yeah, I can see that. It's too showy," he said with gritted teeth, and I frowned.
"I'm sorry?"
"I said, it's too showy. Your whole f*****g shape is out there, and why are you not wearing a bra?" he asked. He looked really worried about what he was talking about, and I was just here, confused as to what this meant.
What was he saying? Why was he complaining about my dress?
"I can't because I
