Now, her flesh is squeezed in all directions by the dress, making her look as ridiculous as can be.
Yet, despite the dress constraining her to the point her face turned red, it did nothing to dampen the enthusiasm that Simon and his mother showed towards her.
I chuckled and asked Simon, "I wasn't good enough for your family? But is she?"
I haven't forgotten how back then, after Julia forcefully kissed Simon, he almost scrubbed his face raw in disgust when he got home, cursing her as a gross, fat woman.
But now, here he was, without a trace of shame, kneeling slowly before Julia with the same reverence, "I know this is sudden and has wronged you, but I can't stand being with a gold-digger anymore. I just want to settle down with a stable, kind-hearted, independent woman like you. Will you overlook the past and give me a chance?"
Julia covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes as she reached out her hand in overwhelming emotion, "I will!"
Stable and kind-hearted?
Independent woman?
I remember Simon once told me when he was chasing after me that only bright and passionate girls would forever hold his heart.
Standing there, on the brink of nausea, I gradually regained my composure.