Hannah’s POV
Talking.
Lots of talking.
And arguing.
Lots and lots of arguing.
After the incident that happened against the wall we both decided it'd be better if we talked through everything before going any further, which is what led us to this next argument.
"It pleases me to give you nice things, Hannah."
"No." I said, crossing my arms in front of my chest, "Besides, what functions would I need to accompany you to in the first place?"
I mean a clothing allowance? Really? What was I, a child?
"Business functions." he said simply.
"I'm perfectly capable of buying my own clothes for that."
"The clothes I'd expect you to wear are expensive, and even if they weren't I still wouldn't let you pay for them." he said smugly.
"Wouldn't let me?"
Him and his damn control issues.
"No,
