AIDEN.
As I wait for Emily in the foyer, the sound of my own footsteps echoing off the marble floors. Ten minutes later, she emerges, striding confidently in a short, grey dress and a black leather jacket. Additionally, her high-heeled boots reach up to her knees.
I tilt my head and take in her appearance. She looks incredibly stunning, as always. The only issue is that she won’t be able to wear that outfit to my mother’s place.
Although Just as I say, “Angel, I love you in that, but,” she cuts me off abruptly.
“I’m feeling rebellious,” she states bluntly, “so I won’t alter myself. And if your mother judges me as a slut, I’ll play the part with pride.”
“Emily, resist the urge to engage with her and prove her wrong. You’re not a slut, so don’t give her the satisfaction.”
She walks ove
