Being the prideful and egotistical man that Endeavor is, he argued with you over a snug and revealing dress; and being the petty woman that you are, you wore it.

Which is why Endeavor’s glaring at you across the ballroom, burning holes into your soul as you get comfortable with the man you’re talking to.

You flash Endeavor a cheeky smile before resuming your talk. He grits his teeth, standing in the corner of the ballroom, muttering curses at the man for eyeing the way your body fit the gown.