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CHAPTER 25
Azzaria
“I like being your girlfriend even though you haven’t officially asked me out yet,” I said in a playful tone.
He looked up at me and pouted. “I’m not a labels guy, but is that what you want us to be? Boyfriend and girlfriend?”
“Yeah!” I exclaimed, “that’s what I want us to be, though most couples don’t date so quickly.”
“Just know that I’m yours, and only yours. The stylists for you and Abigail should be there already. I’ll see you later,” he said, and I ran from the curb to my building.
He and I agreed that it’s excessively risky for him to accompany me to my building or even park too close to it. We weren’t hiding our relationship, but we needed to safeguard it, as the worst-case scenario would be the public tearing us apart due to his status and my position.
I’ve seen how heated crowds and women get when he walks by, or the number of Instagram accounts that have fan pages for him. I’m not ready to be shoved into the forefront of that.
I opened my front door and was greeted by an entire walk-in closet. There were racks of dresses, shoes, bags, and people walking around with hors d’oeuvres. Was I living in a movie, or was this actually real?
“You’re here,” Abigail shouted and flung her arms around me, “I missed you.”
“I’m here, but what’s going on?” This couldn’t be what Dillon had planned. He only told me that a stylist was coming. “A” meaning one. A single person. Why was there an entire boutique in my living room that I cannot afford?
“Your very generous… boyfriend,” she whispered, “organized it. Don’t question it. Go shower and let’s get dressed.”
I left Abigail in the living room and hopped in the shower. This was probably the quickest shower of my life considering the party started in less than two hours, and I had no idea what I’d be wearing, and my hair isn’t even done.
I grabbed the phone to call my mother and check up on her but something about her sounded off, she sounded weary and when I brought it up, she said she just woke up. I really want to let it go but something’s just not right.
I then started to tell her about Dillon, not by name, to which she responded with silence and slight approval.
“As long as you’re happy and whenever you’re ready, I’ll be willing to meet him.”
“Thanks mommy, I love you.”
I grabbed the phone charger from the bed and walked out of the room to see Abigail halfway ready.
“Ah! You’re finally here,” she exclaimed, “let’s find you a dress,” she squealed and jumped up from her chair. If you ever saw a happy child on Christmas morning opening gifts, then you’d know exactly how Abigail looked right now.
“Anything in particular you’d like, dear?” A woman asked in a British accent. My gaze dropped to her tag, where I found her name. It was Melinda, and it was gorgeous.
“Something crimson, please, if possible. If not, then we’ll work with red,” I answered, and we walked over to the clothing racks.
Melinda had the perfect dress in her hands. I’ve never seen something so gorgeous or fitting ever. Holy shit.
“That’s the one,” I said eyeing the dress. Could clothes possibly turn someone on? Because I’m on a high staring at this dress. It’s effortlessly perfect. I’ve seen none like it before. “I knew you’d like it. It’s an exclusive piece, and it hasn’t even been on the market yet but Mr. Xander got it here for you. He told us that he wanted it for you,” she said. Dillon’s the most romantic person I’ve ever met. He just doesn’t know it yet.
My eyes were close to watering but I just sucked it up and sat in the makeup/hair chair beside Abigail. She was definitely enjoying this. She loved this too much but she deserved a little fun because she was always so busy with everything else.
“Are you okay?” She asked sounding concerned.
“Why wouldn’t I be? But yeah, I’m good,” I responded and chuckled.
“Just everything with Matthew and how he’s back, so I’m just checking up on my best friend.”
I sighed and pushed my head back. “I’m good. Matthew had dictated too much of my life. I’m in therapy, I have a new boyfriend, and trust me, he’s the most perfect man I’ve ever laid eyes on, and I’m just working on getting myself better mentally and emotionally.” For the first time my response to a question like that, was utterly true. “It doesn’t mean I’m not in fear of what Matthew can do to me, but he‘d be a dead man by the time he lays a finger on me, and that’s a guarantee.”
Abigail chuckled at the ending statement I made and leaned her head on my shoulder for a while. This was what we were, the best of friends. She’s my platonic soulmate.
“Alright. I’m glad you have Dillon. He makes you happy and that’s all I ever wanted for you. I love you a lot, and I’m right here with you.”
