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(here's an idea of a dress you can wear, but it must be formal!)
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Y/n's POV:
I turn my back on the guests as well as my date, Brandon, my smile completely vanishing. I look around the party, clearly uninterested and tired of putting up my fake façade of being "Mrs smiles". I sigh, I'm always put in these situations where I'm having to promote my Father's work at some big party. Only, this time is different. Way different...
Brandon looks over at me from our group, noticing my guard drop, as well as my smile. He scoffs and grabs my arm menacingly, making him look up at him in surprise. "Can you try smiling for once? You're embarrassing me, your date! You look as if you're in a funeral" Brandon thankfully removes his grip from my arm, but his gaze is still just as piercing. I turn my head away from him.
"Hey!" Brandon unexpectedly, harshly grabs my face in one hand, making me look straight at his pitch black eyes. "Look at me when I'm talking to you! Look right into my eyes like this, your being quite disrespectful towards me, Y/n!" I slap his tan colored hand away and rush to the bathroom, trying to freshen myself up and force a smile back on my face.
As I look in the mirror, all I can pictures is Brandon's cold, black eyes staring into my soul. This was the first time I "disrespected" him, so the way he handled it so badly, made me shiver a little. I quickly spritz a few squirts of perfume that just so happens to be on a fancy platter in the bathroom, forcing a smile upon my face.
As I step out into the huge, fancy room, my eyes naturally trail to Brandon's dressed up form. He seems to be flirting with a girl, who's just as stupid as I was for falling for his "princely" appearance and attitude. 'Better show the poor girl the the real him', I smirk just thinking about how I could make his night just as miserable as he has done for me.
I walk up to the to Brandon and the girl, staring right at the girl. "On! So I guess you're not working the street corner tonight, I see? That's unusual" I say, feigning innocence. I heard the girl let out a small gasp, making Brandon quickly apologize on my behalf. His cheeks had seem to turn a tinted pink and he seemed to be radiating off anger as he harshly gripped my arm and dragged me outside.
"How dare you disrespect me like that!" Brandon flung me in front of himself, making his heavily gelled brown hair fly across his face. "Who the heck do you think you're talking to, you slut?! I took you to this party, why don't you let me enjoy it?!" he angrily yelled, before promptly delivering a hard slap across my cheek.
