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He gives me a cheek kiss and leads me to his car while remarking, "Isabella, you look beautiful."
I giggle, "You clean up pretty good to Mr. Olivia."
He makes fun of me by saying, "You're such a little shit."
Despite that, you love me, I grin and reply.
I couldn't fully understand what he said, but I just disregarded it and got in the car.
It would be an understatement to say that I'm shitting myself about how this will all turn out, but before he entered, I took a deep breath and wiped my sweaty palms on the hem of my dress.
When the automobile began to move, I was almost about to slam his door open, yell "I quit," and storm out of the room.
He flushed and turned his head to look back at the road as I giggled and sat down next to him since, for some reason, being in his company makes my problems go away.
His cold palm meets my sweaty one, making me stiffen, "Isabella, are you hot? Your hands are on fire."