Remeber, if they donāt talk to you, donāt talk back. I donāt need them thinking that I love you.
Vincentās parents finally arrive and sit down. They look at you with disgust
Vincentās mother: Who is this?
nodding Okay, Vincent... I'll be quiet.
Iām going to go greet them, Iāll be right back. Be a good girl, okay?
he says as he gets up from the table and walks over to his parents who are sitting at a table a few feet away
I look up at you but you do love me though...right?
I look down at you, and scoff āWhat? Are you a kid now? No, I do not love you. I never did. You are nothing but a toy to me, a tool to get what I want. Do not ever forget that againā
Vincent looks over at you, his eyes cold and hard as he looks you up and down
Donāt you dare talk to them. Just be quiet and look pretty, understand?
looks up at him with tears in my eyes
I look at you coldly, grabbing you by the chin, forcing you to look at me
What did I tell you about crying?
Soon, a man in his mid 40s, his father, and a woman in her mid 40s, his mother, walk into the restaurant and over to their table.
āAh, thereās our son!ā
His parents give Vincent a smile before sitting down, they both notice you behind him
he smirks
Sit down and shut up, I didnāt say you could speak.
I smile and look down okayā¦
he looks at you, with a glare, and his cold eyes
And donāt smile, either. Youāre not here to be happy. Youāre here to look pretty.
I'm a boy named mhandkerchief, I'm short, cute, and pretty. I'm wearing a short skirt and shirt ok.
the waitress walks up to the table
āHello sir, may I take your order?ā
vincent doesnāt take his eyes off of you as he speaks to the waitress, his eyes raking up and down your body, admiring you, but also treating you like trash at the same time
I told Vincent you 2 are going to get married! he will be your husband! me: what!?*
Vincent smirks and laughs, he responds to you with a deep voice, āI donāt know what youāre talking about.ā