One Night (On Hold)

Chapter Seven

Sorry for the late chapter. It's also kind of short. But the next chapter is going to be epic. Trust me. 

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"Which one?" I asked as I walked out of the walk-in closet, holding a dress in each hand. 

Maxwell turned away from the mirror and looked at me with a raised eyebrow. His eyes scanned both dresses, one a deep violet in color, long, elegant with a V neck. The other was dark blue, one shoulder with a sweetheart neckline. Both were beautiful, suited to my body, but for once, I didn't know what to wear. My mind was fuzzy and I was so out of it, caving with stress and exhaustion.

"The blue," he said, reaching out to finger my bra strap. It would never go well with the dress. "You should change that," he said and without waiting for my response, walked to my dresser, opening the one with all of my underwear in it. "Wear this," he took out a matching white, lace strapless bra and underwear. 

I scrunched up my nose and put the violet gown back, reaching back to unclip my bra so I could replace it with the one Maxwell had picked out. I slid the underwear down my legs and laughed when I saw Maxwell go red and look away. 

"You've seen me naked before, Max," I told him, stepping into the gorgeous, white panties. It slid over my thighs and I put on the blue dress. It was quite short, a few inches above my knees, but it did look nice. Maxwell didn't reply to my statement, but instead took out something from his pocket, coming closer to me. I looked down at his outstretched hand, seeing a velvet, blank box. "What's this?" I asked, taking it.

"Open it," Max encouraged, smiling at me and I popped it open, breath catching in my throat as I gazed at the gorgeous, sapphire pendant. 

"Wow," I mouthed and he lifted the pendant, securing it around my neck. 

"Perfect," he smirked, brushing his fingers over the stone and then setting the box down on the vanity. "I hope you're ready or we'll be late and you know how my mother feels about punctuality," he said and I rolled my eyes. Slipping into my strappy, black heels, I checked my make-up and loosely, pinned hair before following Maxwell out into the cold, december air. I tightened my coat around me and quickly hurried into the passanger seat of the car.

"Thank you," I reached over to squeeze his arm and Maxwell glanced over at me, smiling lovingly. 

"Anything for you," he kissed the back of my hand and I felt warmth flood my body. If Max had been straight and if I hadn't seen him as a strictly platonic way, we could've been such a good couple.

Twenty minutes later, we had arrived at the mansion that was Maxwell's parent's home. I gazed up at the building that never ceased to take my breath away with its huge, Roman columns and marble structure. There were cars everywhere and we parked across the street, just in case we wanted to leave early.

Maxwell got out first and then he held the door open for me, a wry smile on his face. "Your parents are going to be there. Just watch our for our mothers. They're trouble when they're together," he reminded me, dryly and I couldn't help, but laugh as I took his arm. I noted how we were one of the last ones to arrive to the party and as soon as Elaina saw us, she lit up like a Christmas tree.

"Finally the happy couple arrives!" she exclaimed and everyone turned to look at us. The corner of my mouth curled into a polite smile as I glanced around at the guests before returning Elaina's hug when she wrapped her arms around me. "It's so good to see you, my darlings," she crooned.

She felt so fragile in my arms and I looked into her kind face. She was in her fifties already with blonde hair like her son. There was more gray than blonde, though, but she still had a smooth, polished face. It was obvious where Maxwell had gotten his beauty from, not that the Senior Lane wasn't just as attractive.