Chapter 92- penalize

Natasha's POV

My mind raced through a few twists and turns, and I reached out, grabbing hold of his shirt hem, and pouted while blinking innocently, "Mate, can't I just say I'm sorry?" It was my go-to move when dealing with Jaclyn Dills.

Sure enough, Jaclyn Dills turned around, sitting on the edge of the bathtub, "What are you sorry for?"

I hurriedly replied earnestly, "I shouldn't have gone to the nightclub with my friends." And what else? Jaclyn Dills' voice softened a bit.

I blinked rapidly, "And I shouldn't have stayed out past ten."

"And what else?"

"And... umm..." I racked my brain for a while but couldn't come up with anything.

Jaclyn Dills' gaze slid from my face to my body, and his tone darkened, "Where did you get this outfit? I don't remember buying you anything like this. Do you know how ridiculous you look, prancing around on stage in that?"

"It's not prancing, it's dancing."

Jaclyn Dills pursed his lips, "If this is the kind of dancing you're learning, starting tomorrow,