Emily POV
"I don't really care what you wear or don't wear. But I don't think that dress was the most appropriate for dinner with my damn in-laws" I mutter bruised, feeling angry and embarrassed for my in-laws.
If it were another time, I actually wouldn't mind if she did. That was her body and she could see what she did with it, but deciding to wear that on the day I specifically mention they will meet the VH's, a strict German family resentful of what I know with Nathan, made me consider this sabotage for my dinner, which I was extremely dazzled by.
"Does Mom know you're wearing this, Darla?" I ask addressing her once again, feeling the gaze of the people crossing the Lobby settle on us indiscriminately.
Especially on D.
"Of course not. If he saw me before I left then he wouldn't let me wear it. Do you know how much money I paid for this?" she points to her truss and then laughs: "Well, actually you paid for it."
I connect neurons and feel myself explode.
