Silent conversation

"Have a nice day." She says chirpily and winked at me before turning back.

With the bags in my hand, I went back to my room and hesitantly opened one of the bags. My eyes went round when I saw the logo on the box.

Shit, he was serious.

Oh my god.

This time, I opened the box quickly and gasped loudly. He might not know what to say to a girl, but he did have an amazing taste in clothes.

Its freaking Oscar de la Renta!

And the dress was ah-ma-zing!

Feeling too excited, I stripped down and quickly dressed myself. Aghh, it looked perfect. Now I just needed to shut the zip, which was on the side. It zipped effortlessly till it made a sound.

Wait, something isn't right.

I tried to zip the dress once more but I struggled. I held my breath and tried again but it just wouldn't bulge.

Mother-fudger...!

I tried again and again till my fingers were pink with the force I was using. It was a wonder the zip wasn't in pieces. Then realisation hit me like a homerun.

Oh god.

The dress won't fit.

This is a disaster!

Instead of sulking and pouting, which I desperately wanted to do, I thought of how to get out of this situation. Looking at the time, I had few hours left so I slipped into blue jeans and a plain white T-shirt and decided to check out the shops nearby. After roaming around for hours, I found a dress, which was slightly overpriced, but worth it.

The dress I chose was grey and soft to the touch, yet stiff enough to hold into shape. The skirt hit at the knee. The bodice was plain, but the shoulder straps crisscrossed each other along the back and front, making a beautiful design of lines across the shoulders. It went well with the black heels I had.

I left my hair down and it fell down my back in loose curls. I put on some blush, mascara, and a deep scarlet lipstick that took the outfit up a notch.

Not bad, I guess.

My heart was thumping with every second passing. I didn't know what to expect. Moreover, I wasn't sure where this was heading. Was it wise to expect something more despite knowing about his past and Carly?

I placed a hand to my chest and had to concentrate on the beating of my heart because there was a very good possibility I would pass out. After applying mascara to my eyes, yes again, I checked the time on the watch. 5 minutes left till 8.

He'll knock any minute now. And surprisingly a couple seconds later there was a light knock.

I took few deep breaths, preparing myself as he knocked once more.

"I'll be out in a few seconds." I yelled over the closed door.

After putting on the necklace my mom gave me on my birthday, I strolled towards the locked door and unlocked it.

Here it goes.

When he saw me his eyes widened, slightly in shock. They smouldered, giving me a slow, long once over from my eyes to my toes and back up again. He sucked his breath in, but said nothing.

Wait for it!

But then when he realised I wasn't wearing the dress he sent me, he frowned and pressed his lips together in a thin line. Disappointment flashed across his features.

Oh-oh.

However, much to my surprise, he said nothing. I took a good look at him and approved of what I saw. Dressed in his black tuxedo with white shirt accompanied with sleek black tie, he was looking good enough to make any lady's knees wobble. At least mine.

I waited for him to say something, but he remained quiet and very, very still. His eyes never veering away from mine. The dress that I wore wasn't that bad. Compared to the one he sent, this was cheaper and completely different, but it looked good on me or at least that's what I thought.

He finally looked away and sighed deeply. Nevertheless, he smiled and complimented me, which made feel bad for some reason. Zuriel offered me a tight smile and gestured for me to go out first. I took big steps in my high heels, and went out to my room, We strolled into the hall, and into the garage.

If the situation was uncomfortable we both did nothing about it. What could I say in this situation? When the valet handed him the keys, without saying a word, he opened the passenger side door. He then took my hand, helped me into the front seat, and closed the door for me. I stared at him while he drove. He knew my gaze was on him yet he remained calm, not even looking at me once. He rubbed his forehead lightly and started telling me about the restaurant. I knew I shouldn't be, but I was amused. Maybe, a part of me was expecting him to ask me about the dress. Initially, he showed a reaction but now he was talking as if everything was perfect. It irritated me slightly that my actions meant nothing to him.

"Seriously? You aren't going to ask me?" I couldn't hold it back anymore and asked him irately, looking ahead.

"You aren't wearing the dress I sent you." He accused.

Shit! Maybe I don't want his reaction.

"I am not." I turned my head to reply to him. Heat was tingeing my ears red.

"You are not." He mocked and glanced at me.

"I am not." I grimaced slightly, hoping he would drop this right now. If he thought I would tell him about how the dress didn't fit me, then good luck!

God, this is so embarrassing. Why did I have to mention it? Oh yeah, because I wanted his freaking reaction.

"Okay. Your choice." Zuriel shrugged his shoulders and hummed with the beat of the music.