He moaned softly curly his eyes at me, and he scanned thoroughly, retorting back, "I don't think you need to change, because wearing this will make you stand out".

I got up and jump down like a bouncer, "what do you mean by that, do I look like a clown?" I pushed for a response, as he veered a few steps away from me.

"No!!" He dons a charming smile at me, which got me jilted, "why don't you get dressed miss trouble, and please make yourself pretty, besides your going to be my wife" (still maintaining that smile, he walked out of the room).

(An hour later)

Alvin paced...