"What are these?"
"Designer clothes. Tell them what you like and they will make it for you." When she could simply stay at home and get beautiful clothes, she just chose the other option.
Now, Preston was sitting on the couch. For no reason, she was the one suffering and it was all because of him.
One by one, she had to change into clothes when all Preston was doing to say, 'Not good. Change it!'
Bellona took some dresses in her hand and then going to him she threw them on the table just right in front of his eyes. She was so damn angry at him.
"What happened?" He asked.
"I don't understand why I need to wear these clothes. I am ok with jeans and a shirt." Bellona burst it out as her patience had a limit.
"You cannot wear that in front of my family." As he said so, Bellona looked at him with confusion, "Family? Your family?"
"Aw."