Chapter 187: Great
"Great. Just great." Nora stood in front of her rather empty wardrobe with her hands on her hips and muttered to herself. She did not have a single formal dress! Suddenly, she missed her fully operational wardrobe that Demetri had arranged for her. Why had she been so stubborn and not brought a single dress with her? Now her anger had come back to bite her in the a**.
And why did she never invest in a pretty invest? Now that they were going to dinner tonight, was she supposed to wear her tracksuit and sneakers while he would be dressed to the nines looking like James Bond while she would look as if she was going to the gym? That would make him interested in her alright. He’d think he was going to dinner with a kid!
She picked up her phone. She should definitely ask him where they were going. Or at least suggest that they go somewhere casual... And now Isabella was also not here to help her save the day.
Isabella! Quickly, Nora squatted and searched through the bottom-most drawer. Bella had given her a pretty party dress when she’d first come here! She’s just pushed the box to the back, not expecting to ever wear it. Finally, she found the box and pulled it out.
Grimacing, she looked at the dress before deciding that it would work, even if it did look suspiciously look like a wedding dress... Quickly, Nora changed into the little white dress, thankful that at least her and Isabella’s shoe size was same. Dressed up, Nora gave herself one last look and nodded. Well, she looked pretty and yet different from the previous times when she had dressed up formally.
Instead of tying up her hair, she’d let it curl around her face and while she might break a bone in these sky-high heels it would be worth it... As she dabbed the lip gloss, she heard her phone ring... indicating that Demetri was here.
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Demetri pushed a hand through his hair feeling distinctly uncomfortable. It reminded him of the time when he had just taken over the company and every director on the company board had been against him. Heck, even then he had not been nervous but quite confident in his ability to handle those old coots. But now, he was standing here, just below Nora’s dorm room like a nervous little student.
It was all his brother’s fault. So what if Nora was so much younger than him? Why did he have to dress younger for her? He’d taken good care of his body and did not look old if he said so himself. Why then was he dressed here in a casual jeans and sweatshirt was beyond him.
"Its your fault for falling for such a young girl. There she is surrounded by young doves and then she has to come home to a pigeon like yourself..." Even now he could practically feel the smoke coming out of his ears as Erasmi’s voice echoed in his head.
With a huff, he leaned against the car, holding the small box in his hand as he waited for her arrival. And what was wrong with bringing her flowers? Just because they were cliche did not mean that she would not enjoy them! They were cliche for a reason! Stubbornly, he took out the small bouquet of pale pink roses that he had hidden in the car and waited patiently.
He glanced at the entrance of the dorm and then back at his watch. What was taking her so...