~{INGRID'S POV}~
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A MONTH LATER….
"What time will he be here?" My brother asked.
"Soon," I happily answered.
"Then you should go get dressed," Samantha said but I was too restless to do so.
"Can't I just stay this way."
"Hell no," she said and pulled me inside, leaving my brother in the kitchen.
That night when I met Saint, he had brought me home like a gentleman and even introduced himself to my uncle. And since then, I've been seeing him.
But today, he wanted to have a proper lunch with my family which was very sweet of him.
My niece and nephews were outside playing so we didn't bother about them.
"You should wear this," Samantha suggested and I blushed.
It was an almond colored fitted long sleeve dress but free from the waist downwards.
"I hate dresses, Sam," I reminded her.
"You're a lady. You should learn to love dresses."
In silence, I took the dress and put it on before sitting in front of the mirror so she could style my hair.
