The Date Planner

2. 8. I Did It

The rest of the evening was very uneventful. I hated every second of that party.

I felt like the most lonely person I've ever felt in a while.

So, I left the party as soon as possible. Not telling anyone about my whereabouts.

I just wanted to be alone. And I made sure nobody could find me while I practically spend a week maneuvering around every other person possible.

Keeping myself to a minimum as much as possible.

In my week of isolation, I took my time investigating into Clinton's death further.

In the midst of my research, I got worried calls from Mom, Ben, Justine, Olivia and even Liza. But I hardly paid it any attention.

For some reason, being alone and taking it all in sounded way better than to actually face any of them.

I knew I was acting like a brat but I did have all the right to do so. They had time to process his death, I didn't.

The thought even makes me want to laugh now.

Who knew I would be mourning my sworn enemies death someday?

Much less, taking care of the mess he left behind.

Not much of a mess to be honest, but I'm not really sure either what I'm dealing with.

Though, somethings don't add up. Luckily, I know where to get my answers from.

On my way home from work, I make a re-route to mum's office.

As soon as I reach the building, I'm already making a bee-line to her atelier because I know she'll be there.

She's always there, working on her designs.

People try to greet me left and right, trying to get my attention. I nod at them, trying not to be impolite but I have better things to give attention too.

I push through the curtains of the atelier and enter it without a warning. And there she is, fussing over a dress, discussing about it with one of her under-studies.

I'm pretty sure she heard me enter but is trying to evade me.

Not today, though.

"Mum, can I have a minute?", I call out, a few steps behind her.

Trying not to frown at her ignorance.

She sighs but does turn around.

"I would, if you would stop calling me 'mum' instead of 'mom'. At least try to pretend you're back home", she gives me a warning look.

I hold back from throwing a fit when she turns back to her design.

"Look, I really need to talk to you right now, so could you just...", I trail off, gesturing towards her workers in the room.

She turns around to fix me with a look but does dismiss them for a while.

"Okay guys, let's take five", she claps her hands loudly, indicating everyone.

As soon as everyone is out, I don't try to be subtle about my intentions.

"Why did you never tell me about Clinton?", I ask as calm and firm as possible.

She pauses when she realizes what I'm talking about.

"So you know, huh?", she says slowly.

"Of course, I know! It's a miracle I've been so sheltered this far long", I say outrageous.