EVELYN'S POV
"I don't want this one, maybe the pink," I added in. The attendant nodded slowly and reached it towards me. I wriggled into it before making my way towards the full-length mirror, which stood elegantly in the corner of the dressing room. Jamal remained, his back against the chair, his eyes following every move that I made, a sheepish smile on his face.
Every bit of his actions bothered me.
I had hoped he would be bored by now, so I spent the entire afternoon buying clothes and doing my hair. Nails, purses, shoes, and now I'm shopping for jackets.
What on earth would I bloody need jackets for? It was summer already; I didn't need any heavy clothing of any sort, but of course I needed to tell him in the smartest way possible.
He was more obsessed than I thought;
