Temptation

Chapter 92

( GUYS! I finally put the girl who plays Bethany in the gif :) I can't get over how gorgeous she is and I will forever be jealous haha.

Anyway, there is a very important a/n at the end of the chapter so please read it! )

Bethany's POV

"You look so beautiful." My mother gushes from behind me as we both look at the dress I am wearing. It's either a very pale green or just really light blue and I still can't figure it out but the color itself is beautiful. It's shear with crystals around my shoulders until it hits my bust where the jewels are are a little bigger. It's strapless and has an opened back and its surprisingly comfortable and not itchy like it looks to be.

"It is." I agree with her. I look in the mirror down at my hand that is wrapped. It ruins the entire outfit and I curse to myself for even landing in that stupid glass in the first place. I'm surprised my mother believed me that I cut my hand doing the dishes when I hadn't realized there was a broken cup in the sink.

"I feel like I haven't seen you in a dress like this in..."

"It's been a long time." I nod my head agreeing with her again. I haven't been wearing a lot of dresses like I used to. Ever since I moved in with Harry it gave me the opportunity to dress how I always wanted to. "But you really didn't have to go out and buy me the entire outfit." I play with the bottom on my dress that reached to my mid thigh.

She has always when to full on extremes when it came to my Clothing. She would swipe her credit card for whatever she felt was the need to buy for me.

My mind goes back to the time when Harry saw the price tag on the back of the other dress my mom gave me.

-Flashback-

We pull up only a long driveway and see cars parked on the side of the road and even a couple on the grassy lawn. Red cups are either in peoples' hands or scattered around the front of the house and I already feel like this must have been a bad decision.

We get out of the car and Harry goes strait into the house and we follow him. He picks up a red cup that was sitting on the counter and brings it to his lips and drinks it without hesitation.

Abby does the same and walks away then turn backs to look at me to go follow her. Before I walk behind her, I look behind me feeling like someone's eyes are burning into my skin. Of course, It's Harry.