Unfortunately, Ashton rejected my request to wear heels. In his words, I didn't need anything that might throw off my balance right now.
There was no winning with him. I swore even 3cm heels were harmless, but he acted like I would shatter just from standing too long.
It wasn't until we got back into the car that I realized the whole trip to the shopping mall was just for one thing—my outfit.
"Ashton Fuller!" I pouted as he started the engine.
"Yes?" He barely turned his head, eyes still fixed on the road. Always calm. Always controlled.
"I'm mad at you."
I wasn't even fully sure why I was angry. It just… built up inside me. I had expected something softer from him, maybe even a little thoughtful moment. Instead, it felt planned, structured, like everything in his world always was.
He raised a brow slightly, almost amused. "What exactly are you mad at?"
I opened my mouth.
Then paused.
What am I mad at?
…I had no idea.
