*JANELLE*
I sat on the passenger’s seat mentally preparing myself to face my father’s family.
This night has to end well.
I need to put on a good act.
I glanced at Ovan who had a calm look on his face.
“Do you think this dress looks good on me?”
I was a bit nervous.
I didn’t want anything to ruin the night.
It was rare for me to dress in such an eye-catching color.
At that time, Marco had said the dress was a great fit.
The mottled light outside the window tangled with the shadows and kept moving backward, reflecting on Ovan’s handsome face.
It somewhat made him look like a magnificent dream.
But it wasn’t real.
It was so far away.
Like the distance between us.
We were sitting close to each other but I knew that there was a huge gap between us.
A gap that needed to stay that way.
I hesitated for a moment and then said to myself.
“I must look terrible.”
“You…you look great.”He let out.
Maybe because I was feeling so nervous, his words actually made me feel better.
Neither of us spoke an