Chapter 6

• Scarlett drew in a deep breath. She had let her emotions get the best of her. She shouldn't behave this way towards Christian not until she becomes his father's mistress.
• "Ha, what's wrong with me?" She buried her face in her palm. "I…I'm sorry, Christian. I shouldn't have said all those mean things."
• Christian sighed, looking at her, feeling bad for saying 'no' to her. "It's alright. You don't need to be sorry. I should've respected your decision." He told her.
• Scarlett shook her head, her head down, not able to face him. "I still shouldn't have…" she muttered, faking tears, but Christian lifted her chin with his index finger, and looked into her eyes.
• "Shh, it's okay. I understand your decision. If you want to go to the gala, then you can go." He said with a broad smile and hugged her.
• "Thank you." She squealed, hugging him tight.
• Christian used the back of his hand to wipe her tears. "I hate seeing you in tears because of me."
• "I hate seeing you angry because of me." She muttered.
• "Why don't you attend the gala with me?" She suggested it after a while.
• Christian hesitated for a moment before agreeing.
• "I'll go take a shower. I have to get ready for the gala." She said and then went to take a shower.
• She came out wearing a robe and started blow drying her hair.
• "I'm going to make myself the centre of attraction tonight." She said to herself.
• ***
• Christian wore a varsity jacket with a white shirt underneath and a black jeans. He ran a hand through his hair then wore leather sneakers and was all set for the gala. He looked at himself in the mirror and started coming out of the walk-in.
• "I still can't figure out what my father's reason for inviting you to the party is. I feel he has something up his sleeve." Christian said, coming out of the walk-in.
• When he entered his room, he saw that Scarlett was looking in the mirror, her back was facing him.
• "What if he invited me out of his own good will?" Scarlett said.
• "No." Christian smiled. "I know my father."
• "Then, maybe you don't know him that well." She shrugged, turning around to face him.
• He took her in. She was looking undeniably alluring in the gown, and Christian's gaze remained on her.
• He was staring at her while she slowly started walking towards him, but he was in a trance. When she reached closer, she smiled, knowing he was lost in her beauty.
• "Christian," she called.
• "Oh, my. You look absolutely beautiful." Christian gasped.
• "I know, right. Thank you. I look like a princess." She said, beaming with smiles.
• The dress hugged her body, with a spaghetti straps neckline. It billowed out from the waist into a curved ball at the front and went down effortlessly like a long train, giving it a seductive style.
• Her hair was in a simple bun with slightly wavy strands framing her forehead, and revealing her fair neck.
• Green eyes. Fair Skin. Red lips. A beautiful princess.
• "Let's go otherwise we will be late." He said, after a while of searching for what to say in his head.
• "Please don't tell me you're going to the gala dressed that way." Scarlett said, eyeing his dressing.
• "I don't see anything wrong with my dressing." He shrugged his shoulders. "No one would bother looking at my dress since I've such beauty by my side."
• "Okay." She blushed. "Can you stop staring at me like that?"
• "I'm sorry but I can't." He smiled and they walked out of his room to the elevator.
• ***
• Once they got seated inside Christian's Lamborghini, he started the engine and soon they were on the highway. Scarlett was looking at something on her phone screen.
• "So do you have any idea why my father bought you a dress?" Christian said, his eyes on the road.
• She rolled her eyes. "No, I have no idea. Does it bother you that your father bought me a dress?"
• "Yes, it bothers me. And it's not only because he bought you a dress. I'm not even surprised that he knows your size." Christian groaned.
• "Wait," Scarlett scoffed, turning to look at him. "Are you jealous of your father?"
• "W…what? No. Why would you…" Christian was about to say when Scarlett's phone started ringing. "Who is that?"
• "It is Layla." Scarlett hissed and switched off her phone.
• "Why don't you answer her call? Maybe she is calling you for something important." He suggested.
• "I really don't want to talk to her right now." Scarlett said.
• "Well, if you say so."
• The first thing that greeted Christian and Scarlett when their Lamborghini pulled into the driveway was the bright flashes and clicks of the camera.
• "Wow," Scarlett gasped. Was she in a dream or what? Because right now it feels like she is getting the red carpet treatment.
• Christian frowned at the swarming press.
• He didn't like them for anything because they were the ones responsible for all the rumours about him in the tabloids. He couldn't even go to the nightclub in peace without the fear of being asked questions by the press or photographed by the paparazzi.
• He took in a deep breath and came down from the car to open the door for Scarlett.
• Immediately his face was seen, the press came swarming towards his car.
• "It's Christian White."
• "How do you feel? It is your first time attending a gala after all."
• "Did you not think of an idea of the gala's dress code?"
• "What on earth are you wearing?" One of the press asked with a disapproving look.
• Christian scowled. "As you can see, I don't have time for your unending questions." He went to open Scarlett's door but a particular question made him stop.
• "How does it feel to constantly lose and bring shame to your father?"