Chapter 204

Kian's P. O. V

"Which of these do you think is better?" Abigail asked holding up two high waist pants to her face, wearing the most irritably bright smile.

With a straight face I replied, "The one I can slip both legs into." She nodded in affirmation and reached for the right one, but then tilted her head when she realized what I meant.

She frowned, "Come on Kian, he's coming here tonight, don't you want to look your best?" She stressed, placing the clothes next to the pile on the bed.

I circled around the room to the dresser and stared at myself through the mirror. "I think I look fine enough." I said, content with my disheveled hair roughly packed into a tight bun, and the baggy clothes that I felt all too comfortable in.

She pinched her temples, "But, it's like your first time seeing him…."

I interjected, "Technically it's not my first time seeing this man."