Worse for Hope- Book #2 in the WF Series

Chapter 7: Food

✿Bethane's POV:✿

*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

My repetitive alarm wakes me up as I open my eyes slowly.

I'm not sure if I dreamt of that memory or was awake when it came back. All I know is that my eyes were shut so I must've fallen asleep at one point. The picture on my chest proves that my eyes must've shut while I was looking at it.

The bright sunlight is right on my face through the white curtains, and that only makes me get annoyed with my eyes feeling heavier than before.

When I turn to the left to grab my phone, I see my planner sitting on my desk. Whenever my eyes land on it, I can never go back to sleep. I get this weird, gut-wrenching feeling and my brain doesn't let me shut my eyes again. That's why I unwrap myself from this blanket and go to the restroom to get ready for today. Although, before I do, I grab the pictures on my bed and without a second glance, set them back into the box.

I'll look at the rest later...maybe.

It doesn't take me very long to get ready. I shower, do my normal makeup, leave my wet, wavy hair alone since it's hot outside by the obvious blazing sun, and throw on my outfit for the reunion since I don't feel like changing twice. And through all of this, I have to pinch myself constantly to stop thinking about the photo and other things correlated to it.

I choose a black, sleeveless top that hugs my boobs just a little tightly, but not too much, and tall, lightly washed, high-waisted boot-cut jeans to match with the shirt. My jeans kind of cover my feet so I just throw on a pair of sneakers since I've been wearing heels every day to work for weeks and I need a break.

When I step out into the living room, I see Roman and Uncle B sitting on the couch, though they don't look like they have much of a choice by the irritated looks on their faces.

"Okay, so this one says 'I know what I want, but I'll discuss other things if necessary '." Ivy holds up a dark-blue shirt that has a long V-neck and probably exposes most of one's cleavage. "Or this one which screams 'I'm better than all of you even though we're related'." She then holds up a cute, maroon chiffon dress which is very sexy and pretty.

"The blue one," Uncle B sighs exhaustedly as Roman looks bored out of his mind.

"This is indigo," Ivy points out.

Honestly, I didn't even know that. I'm glad Ivy didn't ask me or else I may have gotten a lesson on the color wheel.

"Can we leave?" Roman puts his hands out in annoyance.

"I bet you don't have that attitude with Alaiya," Ivy says in a teasing, lovey-dovey tone, making my confusion take over.

"Who's Alaiya?" I furthermore walk into the gigantic living room. They all turn their heads toward me.

Ivy smirks back over at Roman who looks like he's about to say something, but she runs over to quickly slap her hand over his mouth so he won't be allowed to.

"This gorgeous girl who Roman is totally obsessed with," Ivy says in a higher-pitched voice than her usual one.

Surprise hits me by that statement instantly.

Roman hates people. That's it. Roman hates people. He's never been in a relationship, at least, not to my knowledge. He's always been very reserved. Of course, he wasn't always like this, but I guess as we grow, we turn into the people we were meant to become, we just hadn't met that version of ourselves yet, and neither had anyone else.