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"Going good so far, kind of nervous for my first appointment,"

"Just wear it," my sister pleads, pouting her lips childishly after I refused to wear a dress this time

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"Just wear it," my sister pleads, pouting her lips childishly after I refused to wear a dress this time.

"Last time I listened to you, I got stuck in an elevator with a skirt on so no," I say.

I walk into my wardrobe and hear small footsteps follow behind me.

"Just please, since you didn't listen to me this morning," Lexi says and I shake my head.

"I'm wearing these jeans and this shirt, it's just dinner with his mom and Vanessa," I assure her causing her to roll her eyes.

"Please," she mutters miserably.

"No," I say taking up the clothes from the bed before walking into the closet.

"Also I'm staying at Adonis' apartment tonight, don't have too much fun while I'm gone," I say.

She gives me a stern look, "I'd tell you the same," she says causing me to chuckle.

"I'm older," I say changing into my clothes before walking out of the closet.

"By a year," she says.

After fixing a few things about my attire, I look at myself in the mirror.

"It looks good, but go with no bra," she says, I shoot my eyes at her.

"Are you mental?" I exclaim, earning a loud groan from her.

"You won't need it tonight anyway," she says. I roll my eyes before pushing her shoulder slightly.

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"Breathe," Adonis says as if he knows I'm dying inside just from staring at the door that stands closed in front of us.

I take a deep breath before softly knocking on the wooden door.

The door opens slowly and reveals Camila, "You guys came," a smile visible on her face as she steps aside for us to come inside.

"Of course we did," I say returning the smile, Adonis closes the door behind us and we walk over to the dining room.

Decorated to perfection, not too much furniture but not too little and just the right amount of decor.

We sit at the table, the table, Adonis next to me, and Veronica is seated on the other side.

"How's everything?" I ask Vanessa.

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