Contract marriage to my billionaire ex boyfriend's brother

Marissa: Saturday evening had come, excitement and anxiety filled me up. I had planned my outfit weeks ago for the party at the Holloways. I was nervous and excited at the same time. While shopping for my outfit, I was unsure, scared that it wouldn't be good enough for the party. Tonight was important and I didn't want to mess that up, especially for Justin. I had planned out a black long tight dress with a slit, ruffles on the shoulders and little gemstones plastered all around it. I laid it out on my bed. The gorgeous Givenchy shoes Justin got for me two days ago as my anniversary present were placed by the side of the bed, and my Chanel bag which my sister Camille bought for my birthday. I started to doubt if I'd look good enough and even fit into his social status. Doubts crept in, my mind running wild with thoughts. I started to get really hot even with the air conditioner on. My doubts kept growing. "What if Justin didn't like my outfit? What if he thinks I look tacky?" " Would I even fit into that type of party?" "What if -what if people see me and talk about how it's obvious we never really looked good together as a couple and I wasn't good enough for him?" My family was comfortable, but Justin was a Holloway and there was the constant need to impress. I started to doubt my outfit choice, but I decided to shove it aside. He would definitely love my dress. I got into the bathroom, showered, and got out ready to beat my face to perfection. I got started off on my makeup and put my hair in a slick bun. I looked in the mirror and a small smile curved my lips, and I was satisfied with how stunning I looked. Orrr at least that's what I thought. I did some finishing touches, and my doorbell rang. My heart pounding, palms sweating, I started to miss my step. I pulled myself together before getting the door. I paused and took a long breath before I opened the door, and there he was. Justin. Looking at Justin's face, I was searching for something, anything that shows that I have impressed him by my look,but... but I found nothing. His face was straight and unimpressed. "Let's go," he muttered. He walked to the car and I followed behind, getting into the back seat with him. " Was this the best outfit you had?" I couldn't believe what I had just heard. I didn't even know what to say,but I managed to get word out of my mouth. "You- you don't like my dress?" "Babe, it's a beautiful dress, but you could have done better." "Justin, I put effort into my outfit. I wanted you to be impressed." "Well, I'm not," Justin said flatly. My shoulder fell flat. It felt like all the effort I had put into my outfit went