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Kian’s pov

Forty minutes of waiting, for her to finally appear in something modest. I was not used to waiting for someone. How long she was going to spend, to pick a dress and wear it.?

God, women.

The moment I saw her walking towards my car, mirroring my own nervousness. My reaction was not even close to my own anticipation. She opened the car door and sat silently. Without uttering a word. I started the car showing the same attitude to her. Maybe we both were confused, being clueless how to act. I was in an emerald-coloured sweat shirt with black sweatpants. Also I had a black jacket, because it usually gets cold in Ashwell. She looked impressive. If that’s what you say, when someone warms your heart by just one look. A jade green coloured dress. A V-neckline. With puffed sleeves. It was touching her ankles. The pumps she wore, matched the colour of my T-shirt. Her hair was parted in the middle, with one side tucked behind her ear while the other was fr