Chapter Six

Ellen's POV

"Please Rana!" I begged her, scurrying after her. She was ignoring me and went to the kitchen. I followed her.

"Stop pestering me and leave me alone. I'm not ready to go to that fashion designer with you." I had been begging Rana to go with me to choose the greatest designs for my graduation and prom clothes. My graduation was very soon!

"Rana! Please!" I pouted my lips and did the best puppy eye I could ever do.

"You should really stop that." She scoffed. "It doesn't suite you." She laughed. She opened the fridge and took a plate of cooked, frozen chicken from it.

"Rana! You know how much I hate begging humans?" I said abruptly.

"Then don't." She snapped. "Why the hell are you even begging me?" She placed the chicken in the microwave, turned it on.

I tried to create a fudge. I didn't want to choose any stupid design then later rue it because I wasn't thinking straight. I wanted someone to go with me and decide or advise me to choose the right dress. 

I didn't want Rana to know that. She would have teased me, my entire life.

"Well... I... I need..." I stuttered. 

"Tell me." She snapped, with a smirk.

I heaved a sigh. "Never mind. I'll go myself." I turned to leave.

"Okay. Bye." She giggled. I expected her to feel bad and call me back.

I sprinted out of the kitchen, refraining myself from going to meet her, yank her and whack her until she agreed.

I wasn't that gentle to be pleading. I was mean and always got what I wanted, especially when we always had the money, from our parents, when we needed it. 

I went to my room, took a purse to keep my money and credit card.

 I went downstairs and saw Rana on the couch, eating the chicken. She was watching a movie on the television. She smirked when she noticed my presence. I rolled my eyes at her.

"I'll soon be back." I announced. 

"I don't care. Please stay longer." She said and drove her teeth into the helplessly dead chicken.

I rolled my eyes because I knew she was kidding. She would have had an heart attack if I didn't arrive on time. She would have been so worried. She was such a mom.

I went to my car. 

"Take me to my fashion designer." I told my driver. 

He didn't say anything but bent his head in respect, and started driving.

It was so boring. I yawned, decided to shut my eyes for a while.

"Hello Miss Greene. Miss Greene!" Someone tapped me, continuously.

"Leave me alone!" I groaned, turned to make myself comfortable from the uncomfortable position I was. I felt hassle.

"We are here." The person said.

"Where?" I asked, yawning, feeling sleepy.

"The fashion designer's shop." He gruffed. I could sense annoyance in his tone.

I blinked my eyes open then blinked multiple times, before realising the fancy place we were. 

I sat down properly to look at my driver. He looked like he felt like slapping me awake.

"Oh sorry." I smiled. 

"No, thanks." He obviously forced a smile.

He got down then turned to open the car door for me to go out.

"Thank you." I said when he opened the car door for me. 

I walked into the familiar shop, it looked slightly different. The chandelier was different, the display dresses were different and other things that seemed irrelevant to me.

I grasped my purse to my hips, then walked to the supposed receptionist, sitting on a chair, with a small table in front of the chair.

"Hello. Good evening." The young receptionist greeted with a grin.

I didn't like her for absolutely no reason. 

"I'm here to see Beth." I said, abruptly, looking cold, rude and formal.

She frowned. "Mrs Beth?!" She asked.

"No. Mr Beth." I answered sarcastically. 

She sneered at me. "Do you have a meeting with her because I don't think you look like someone worth a penny." She eyed me from top to toe.

"What the hell did you just say?!" I yelled, furrowed my eyebrows. "I will teach you a lesson." 

I tugged my sleeve up then clenched my fists ready to punch that rude asshole out of her. 

She judged me by my clothes. I wore a simple gown. It was old but you don't judge a book by its cover.

I held her collar with one hand, threw my purse to the floor, grasped her face with the other hand.

"Don't ever mess with me!" I yelled. I didn't like judgemental, rude numbskulls.

I yanked her from the chair she was sitting then raised my hand to whack the asshole from her but a warm hand held me.

Beth rushed to meet me. She was the owner of this shop and it was one of the best.

She held my shoulders in fear and questioning eyes.

I turned around to look at the jerk that stopped me from hitting that spoilt brat. 

I widened my eyes in shock on noticing the erect figure. It was Max! My hands began to fumble.

"Ellen?" He looked concerned. "Leave her alone." He said and left my arm. I loosed the lady from my grip completely.

"Max?!" I winced. "It's not what-" 

"I know." He interrupted. "I saw what happened." He smiled.

He turned to the lady then Beth with a frown. "She should get fired immediately." He yelled.

"Yes sir." Beth fidgeted.

Sir? I thought she was the owner of this shop. I was totally confused by the ongoing scene.

"You are fired!" Beth yelled at the lady.

"I'm so sorry." She pleaded, then knelt down. 

"Leave! Now!" Beth yelled.

"I am sorry." Her eyes were vague then she scurried to me, holding my hands together. "Please I'm sorry." Tears rolled down her cheeks and landed on her chest.

I rolled my eyes at her. I felt bad for her, then remembered what she did to me. I wasn't done with beating the hell out of her but this pain was enough for her.

I heaved a sigh. "Let it go guys." I said. I realised that she could be her family's breadwinner or treating a sick parent or other issues. I couldn't ruin her livelihood just for something silly.

"You sure?" Max held my shoulder which caused me to freeze. 

I tried to speak bit nothing came out so I only nodded my head.

"Don't do it again." I gruffed then turned to Beth.

"Hey Ellen." She finally smiled then came to high me as usual. 

"Hey darling." I kissed her cheek.

"What brings you here?" She asked, started to move and I involuntary followed.

I heard footsteps behind me then turned to look at Max following us.

"I want you to design the best dress for my graduation and prom." I snapped.

"Okay dear. The model's type, right?" She winked then stopped moving.

"Yes." I nodded.

"Are you-" She started but her phone rang, interrupting us. 

She swiped it up to pick up.

"Hello." She said and looked at me. "Sorry. Got to go. See you soon." She scurried away. 

I turned around and halted when I got reminded of Max's presence. He was grinning from ear to ear.

"Hi." He said, waved his hands.

"Hello." I gave a short smile.

"I also came here for the same purpose as you." He stated.

"Oh. Okay." I tightened my lips together, grunted and nodded my head.

"Let's look around." He raised his brows, questioningly and held my hands.

I grunted in agreement then he laced our fingers together. It made my blood feel cold as my heart was pounding faster than ever. 

He nudged me and started walking. I looked into his eyes, since he wasn't looking at me.

"Stop admiring me." He suddenly said, not looking at me and I flinched.

"Sorry." I apologised for no reason.

He chuckled. "You're sweet." He complimented and I could feel my face go red.

I noticed a black, feathery gown in a show glass. I looked at it, admiring its beauty and imagined how it would have looked on me. 

"Do you want it?" Max's snapped, causing me to flinch.

"No thanks." I said immediately.

His smile changed to a sad look, which caused me to feel a little bit bad.

"I'm so-" I started to apologise but was immediately interrupted.

"Wait here." He smiled and scuttled away.

Few minutes later,

He came out holding a bag and scurried to meet me.

"What's this?" I asked for confirmation.

He slowly brought out the dress from it.

I opened my mouth to appreciate but I was too shocked to say anything. 

"Thank you so much!" I managed to vomit those words out.

"Is that how to appreciate a person who loves you." He smirked and my face went red hot. "You'll have to go on a date with me wearing that dress." 

He loved me?! Already?! I was so excited that I didn't know when I accidentally made an electrifying connection between our lips.