When Müge was done, I looked in the mirror.
Yes, it was nothing exaggerated.
This put me at ease.
I picked it up when my phone vibrated.
"I'm here."
"I'm at the door, waiting."
"Two hours, promise! I'll be right back. Thank you very much, Muge."
I just left the room.
When I went downstairs, I saw him waiting at the door.
I swallowed when our eyes met.
He was leaning on his car, watching me.
When I approached him, I held his hand so that I wouldn't fall. It was short lived, though his gaze wandered over my dress. We both fell silent when he looked into my eyes.
He didn't even look at him with admiration like in the dramas...
His gaze was dull.
Did he think I was exaggerating too much?
"You don't seem happy to see me." He looked at my trembling hands. "You called me. I don't understand why you're unhappy now." I said.
He raised his eyebrows.
