Recap
I will end here. How? Is the issue The Time When? The obvious query is "why." Will this work as intended? Why don't you get it? Can you not see the picture I am showing you? It is indeed lovely to gaze upon, what with its depth, its beauty, and its ever-present elegance. Why don't you get it? Remember that your imagination is the only limit. Your self-imposed blind spots prevent you from seeing clearly. This sheds light on things for me. Only I can achieve the vision I have. You are not permitted to view this image. I drew this by myself. Do not trouble your pretty little head any longer. These aren't meant for you, but for me to think about. You shouldn't be looking at these mysterious scenes. As a result of your blindness, I am the only one who can see this. It's the largest canvas I've ever worked on.
I adore you,
Dean
Perhaps I ought to accept your offer.
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If I say yes, what are the potential drawbacks? Is he going to make me his bae?
If I discover someone else I love more than Christian, then I suppose there are no drawbacks.
Christian and I meet in my office because we need to reach an agreement.
Inquiring, "What's your call?" As he comes in, he asks, and I sigh.
Say it with me now: "Let's do this." After I make a remark, he delivers me the contract.
"Wait a minute! Whoever breaks the contract is on the hook for $200,000,000. I inquire incredulously, and he nods in confirmation.
Why is the pricing so high? We are both aware that the loss of $200,000,000 from your bank account will have no appreciable effect. The more he repeats it, the more I want to punch him.
"But still, what are you spending $200,000,000 on?" The question irritates me.
Should I up the ante a bit more? I can't believe what he's saying, yet he asks. So why would he go ahead and up it? Is he going to use me as a pawn?
"Christian!" I yell, and he recoils in fear.
Stop acting so theatrical, Damien; things will turn out OK. We are not likely to develop romantic feelings for one another. What, am I not charming enough? And now that Christian has said it, I'm much more annoyed.
You're not endearing at all; you're just the stud everyone wants (except me). My Opinion
It'll be fantastic, you say, since "it just occurred to me that your family hasn't met me." After hours of back-and-forth, Christian says, "we sign the contract."
My best friend and I are getting married for two years, and my name is Damien. I'm looking forward to this immensely.
Now I can unwind and fill my loved ones in on the news.
They are very excited to meet him, my family.
Three days after that
To God's glory, Doris and I are off to explore the retail world. Besides Damien, they're my closest and most indispensable buddies. They found out about Christian and are talking about how they "called it" and how we couldn't just be friends based on the way we looked at each other. They said we looked like we'd known each other forever. After a few hours of shopping, we bought out the entire store. Christian offered me his credit card to use, and I also have my own money. Even though I tried to avoid doing so, I ended up using some of his money.
The girls have warned me that doing so could seriously hurt his feelings, so I'm considering changing my mind. Praise and Doris finally got me to utilise his money when I would have preferred to pay for it myself. While Doris and praise were tossing me garments, the sales clerk instructed me where to find the dressing room.
I anticipate staying for some time.
After a while, I made the girls do the same to find the perfect dress for them.
While Doris, who is on the curvier side, looks stunning in anything, Praise, who is on the shorter side but has a lovely shape, could wear practically anything here. The women all choose clothes that they really like, but I still haven't found anything that's appropriate. The clothes are stylish and cute, but I don't feel drawn to any of them. There isn't a single item of clothing that makes me want to put it on. How likely is it that I would randomly stumble upon such a garment?
Never.
When Praise brings out two more gowns, I am able to pick an appropriate outfit for tomorrow night's dinner with Christian's family.
This dress is stunning. It's a stunning rose-gold dress with a high slit that clings to all the perfect places on my figure. Like a beautiful fairy, I think. Yes, this is it.
The dress and accessories cost a total of $200,000; the shoes and jewellery add another $150,000. I'm relieved I went with the cheapest option.
Christian calls me up, so I'm assuming he's seen his debit alerts.
In other words, "Damien, I thought you were going out to buy dresses?" Asked by Christian
I did go out and buy a gorgeous dress; how are things? I ask
Asking, "Are you trying to pity me by buying cheap outfits?" I take his questions as signs that he's learning. Even though Christian has plenty of money, I wouldn't want to waste it. Doing something so terrible and unfeminine to a close friend is unacceptable.
No, I'm not trying to be sympathetic. I had no idea the outfit was that reasonably priced. Seriously, I enjoyed it so much. Trust me on this, best friend; it's not about the money. I give him my response, and he sighs into the phone. Almost there.
I'll put my faith in you, but I hope the dress is stunning and steals the show. He makes a remark.
Nothing can compete with me. I must leave right now. Bye." As I hang up, I tell him.
Inquiring minds want to know, "Who was that?" Doris inquires
"Christian." My Retort
"Did he make a fuss about the pay?" To whom much praise is due
I confirmed, "Yes, he did."
To quote Joe Biden: "What a cheapskate." A remark from Doris made me chuckle.
He said I spent too little, so don't feel bad about it, ladies. They hear me, and then the light bulb goes off.
Prepare to meet his relatives right now.
However, I did say yes to Christian, and there is logic behind my decision. The reason for this was the rainy night we had.
Christian and I went on an intimate night out a few nights ago, and we were both rather tipsy. This is how the night progressed.