The mall was so busy and my introverted side wasn't on the best moods today. Taylor had to hold my hand so I don't get lost. I was becoming a baby, or maybe he didn't want me to run away when my family owed him a lot of money. The first store we entered, Taylor was greeted with so much respect but they all looked at me with critic eyes and dissaproval. I was okay with people looking at me like that, it wasnt the first time.
"I need you to find her the best dresses you have here."
Taylor said and the seller looked at me from head to toe and I could feel her judging me. Ohh how I wish I could be home sleeping instead of being looked at like a monster but we never get what we want. I want Taylor to like me but who am kidding, am not beautiful enough and with the scar on my face, I can't even compete with the angry people. So we don't always get what we want
"Okay sir"
The lady leads me to the back room and makes me sit.
"Who are you to Mr. Taylor?"
I just look at her. I am too bitch now to answer her. Who does she think she is to ask me such questions?
"Just so you know..."
She pauses and I kinda don't like her already, I actually don't like her at all.
"With a scar like that on your face..."
I touch my scar. It goes from us under my eye and across my cheek to my chin.
"He can never like a girl like you."
I look at her and fucking shit, the truth hurts. Of course I knew that. Taylor can never like an ugly duckling like me with a scar on the face and a speech problem and family issues. I smile bitterly standing up and leaving the room. A tear makes it way down my cheek and I quickly wipes it as j make my way to Taylor who is leisurely sitted waiting for me. When he sees me he stand up and looks at me.
"Well that was first."
I can feel the sales lady standing behind me.
"She didn't like any of the dresses I showed her."
The lady says and I roll my eyes which Taylor sees.
"You sure that what happened?"
He asks and the lady nodds. I really don't want to be here.
"L...let's g...go."
I say and he looks at the lady again before leading the way to leave.
"Want to go to another shop?"
He ask and I shake my head. What's the need of going around when all I will get is rudeness and criticism because I am not as wealthy as Taylor or as beautiful as most women.
"What did she tell you?"
He finally ask when I refuse to enter the fourth store in the mall.
"Go home."
I say already feeling the anger bubbling up.
"Not until you tell me what that bitch told you."
He says and I can see he is angry.
"N... nothing."
I say but he doesn't move and inch.
"Ruby!"
He says in a warning tone and I can feel my heart swering from happiness. I say nothing but just stare at him and he pulls me like a feather and back to the first store.