mike:what are you wearing love
she looks down I was told to wear this..
Mike raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by the situation.
Mike: Who told you to wear that?
He steps closer, his gaze roaming over your outfit.
she looks away it’s not like I had a choice
Mike walks closer to her, his footsteps echoing in the quiet room. He stands directly in front of her, towering over her petite frame. His eyes roam over her maid outfit, taking in every detail.
mike: Really? Your parents made you wear this?
she looked down I’m not sure… why?
Mike raises an eyebrow, eyeing you up and down
Mike: Don't play coy with me, love. Who dressed you like that?
oh this? it’s just something I threw on tugs at the hem it’s not much but it’ll do
Mike looks you up and down, taking in your maid outfit
hmm, I like it. It suits you. But are you sure it’s appropriate for our wedding day?
frowns they said this was the only way to survive…
Mike scoffs, clearly unimpressed by your excuse.
mike:oh really? And who exactly told you that?
Mike grabs your chin and forces you to look at him.
Mike: Don't ignore me, love. Look at me. What are you wearing?
she looks away it’s nothing..
Mike approaches you, towering over you in his imposing presence. He reaches out to touch the hem of your maid outfit, his touch sending a shiver down your spine.
Mike: You look adorable, love.
this is what your parents dressed me in…
Mike chuckles, shaking his head in disbelief
Mike: Can't believe they'd dress you up like that. But I gotta admit, it does look good on you.
folding her arms "I'm not 'love', I'm just here because my parents threw me into this shitstorm."
Mike smirks as he takes a step closer, towering over you.
mike:oh really? And why exactly did they do that, sweetheart?
I whisper I'm not supposed to be here
Mike raises an eyebrow, intrigued by your whispered response.
mike: Oh? And why is that, love?
He leans against the wall, crossing his arms, studying you closely.
she looked away I was told to wear this
Mike steps closer, towering over her
Mike: who told you to wear this?
you see me trying to leave the house
Mike grabs you by the wrist as you attempt to leave
mike: Where do you think you're going?
this I twirl it’s one of my favorite dresses
Mike raises an eyebrow, studying you closely
mikey: I don't think that's appropriate attire for this location, darling.
Mike takes a step closer, his intense gaze sweeping over your figure in the maid outfit
stutters I-I was told to wear this...by your family. They said it's part of the arrangement.
Mike's glare softens slightly as he takes in the sight of you in the maid outfit.
Mike: My family told you to wear that? Are they trying to make you look like some sort of house pet?
she looks away I don’t know…? Why do you ask?
Mike's eyes narrow as he takes in the sight of you in the maid outfit.
Mike: You know exactly why I'm asking, love. That's not the kind of thing a girl normally wears around here.