They got to the room and Oliver pinned her against the locked door.
Her back hit the door so hard and she silently endured the pain.
She didn't understand why he was so angry at what she was putting on. It wasn't so exposing and even if it was, why would it anger Oliver when he didn't care about her?
"What else do you want" She asked, her voice being cool than ever.
Their face was few inches away from each other, she could see her angry he was, and he could see her scary her face looked.
Instead of replying with words, he dragged her to where the mirror was and made her stare at her reflection.
"Tell yourself what you look like" He said from behind her.
Phoebe looked at reflection, nothing was wrong with the clothes she was putting on.
When she and Louis were dating, she would wear
