Can't Tell The Difference

• Euphoria •

I got out of the changing room to show him the dress. I looked at him with irritation, turning around twice to let him have a more clearer vision of my state.

He eyed me shockingly as he cleared his throat and tried to act all cool.

"See, expensive shit makes you less ugly." he shoved both hands in his pockets.

"Unnecessary compliments from you makes you less arrogant." I smirked teasingly as I raised an eyebrow.

He titled his head away and looked down the floor as he bit the bottom of his lips in defeat. His eyes then were locked with mine.

His look was full of wrath and agony. It always made me tense in fear, the way his mood suddenly swung to a very cold and emotionless person.

Remind me not to roast this man ever again.

I cramped as I turned around to take a look at the mirror. Glancing down my silver sparkling high heels that were a perfect fit for my grayish heather eyes, up to my sun tanned bare shoulders.

Half my chest was only covered with the black satin dress, while the other half was framed with an elegant silver necklace that took the shape of the crescent moon.

It looked very beautiful.

I looked very beautiful.

It's been a while since I felt that confident about my appearance.

Though he seemed like the type of guy who had a short temper dealing with women, Mikhail sure had a good taste modeling them.

But would I straight admit that?

Of course not.

"Can we go now?" he sighed, getting bored of me who's been staring at my reflection for a while now.

He got to let me have some timd appreciate my look tonight, it's not like I ever get the chance to feel like a rich woman.

Got to cherish the moment.

"Didn't you say I'm the one in control tonight?" I glanced at him over my shoulders. "You're the one who follows my lead now."

"Don't flatter yourself much, you might get used to it." he rolled his eyes as he looked at his phone screen. "We have to go now, my driver is outside."

"You have your own driver?" my eyes innocently widened.

"Sometimes."

I just know this guy is filthy rich.

...

As we got out of the mall, the driver parked the Audi R8 car near us and got out as he opened the door for me, bowing his head.

He looked very elegant with a very excessive suit that fitted his masculine body.

If this is how his driver looks like, what kind of people am I going to be meeting in that luxurious mansion?

I gave him a soft smile with glowing eyes as I got in and fixed my dress, while Mikhail sat beside me.

Russian, business man and filthy rich.

Does he work for the mafia?

Nope, Evelyn. This isn't Wattpad.

This isn't a fake mafia dating trope and he definitely isn't that filthy rich.

It's probably his boss's car.

He's just a random stranger who you're in a fake date with, to get the opportunity to live your life and finally go to a deluxe party, in a very luxurious palace because you got lack of privilege and felicity in your life and have no interesting or amusing parents.