QUINN POV
Taking my dad's advice, I asked Paris to come over to my place for dinner. This won’t be the first time I make dinner for her, but it’s been a while. She tried to give me a hard time until I told her that if she was going to be difficult we would have a more serious conversation. Everything is ready and she’s on her way now. I can’t deny that she’s always been bratty, but I’m trying to remember if she’s always been this bad. We’ve had arguments like any other couple, but it feels like recently she’s been throwing tantrums rather than communicating with me properly. Even in public, which is not something I’m willing to put up with. The knock on the door signals her arrival and I walk over to let her in. Opening the door, I noticed she was wearing my favorite little black dress. S
