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"Do I look okay?"

Flora gives me prolonged stare. "If you say it once again, I'll fucking bash your head."

I sheepishly smiled.

"Don't give me that. You already know you look hot, so why being self-conscious?"

I shrug and lean backwards.

The past fifteen minutes, we were sitting idly in the parking lot with several other expensive cars lingering beside us. If one thing I would comment on this family---it was, hella luxurious.

And to put a cherry on top, we were more than half an hour late. Zachariah even called me a few times which I ignored to the fullest.

"It's about Scarlett, yes?"

I close my eyes for a bare moment before opening them once again.

"Nailed it. But why?"

"I don't know...The way he looks at her is different from the way he looks at me."

Flora sighs, giving me one of her best glares she could muster. "Babe, you should be happy that the way he looks at you is different."

My eyebrows scrunch and she further elaborates, giving me her full attention. "Remember I told you,