8

Zara's POV

I sat down on the bed, reading a magazine. So that, I wouldn't be stuck thinking about what happened earlier in the morning.

"Can I come in?" Fred asked me, with my door half open.

"It's your house" I raised both of my eyebrows.

"Okay," he whispered, opening the door fully, and letting himself in.

"Would you like this dress?" He asked some, handing me a thick leather bag.

I lowered my eyebrows in confusion. I didn't remember asking for a dress, so why did he have to buy me one?

"No" I replied, turning my attention back to my magazine.

"But, you haven't even seen it yet. You have to at least take it out of the bag, and look at it, to know whether you like it or not '' he told me, and I frowned.

"As long, as you bought it. I already know that I don't like it "I told him, turning to the next page of my magazine.

"Are you saying I have bad taste?" He lifted an eyebrow.

"No," I responded.

"Anyways, I don't want you to mistake this as a kind gesture. I will be having a party late