Stepping out of the cab, I try to straighten the wrinkles in my gown. Who would have thought that one of the gowns I insisted I wouldn’t need during my shopping spree in Paris would come in handy? Ro almost fell into a coma when I showed her this couture gown, she said she could really die of envy if I didn’t promise her a turn in this gown. My lips curve into a small smile because of this memory “Princess, you look absolutely beautiful ““So breathtaking and stunning”“So will you stop fussing over imaginary wrinkles on the dress ok”“Trust me, wrinkles will be the last thing anyone will be thinking of when they see you in that dress”“You look like a goddess, I thought I was having a heart attack when you walked out of your friend's house”“I consider myself the luckiest man Tonight”Elvis says launching into his ever-sweet serenade of how lucky he is to be my date. Taking a deep breath and standing fully, I square my shoulder while giving Elvis my sweetest smile, so he won’t sens

Tears streaming down my face, I stare at my shaking left hand. Raising my eyes, I meet Roberts's unflinching gaze. But for some reason, I don’t back down or flinch, neither do I feel remorseful for the slap. “Who do you think you are to throw such filthy accusations at me?”“You don’t own me and you are not even man enough to admit your feelings for me?”I spit out the words with a sob, I feel so drained of everything, how does it think it is ok to treat me like this just because I am in love with him? Why does everyone always think it is ok to treat me as they please? To use me for there’s purposes and then discard me whenever they like. “I thought you were different from the rest of them”“You told me I was special and you promised to never hurt me but now I know you were lying”“You were just using me and toying with my emotions”I continue, raising my hands to wipe my eyes. I reign in my emotions “But no more!”“I won’t force you to trust me”“I have had enough of this!”“If yo