He grinded his teeth and grabbed my hand until I felt the ring with a Rock painfully digging in my flesh. You put me to shame, he whispered with his lips slendered by anger. It’s only today that you’ve chosen to put this slutty dress on. Passing by a huge mirror, I analyse myself. The dress is white, childish, with straps. He had met a colleague in front of the Dynasty bedroom from IKEA …
