Cadence

32. The ball

AN

This chapter will be in a few different
POVs , I hope you all Enjoy!

Cadence

Smoothing my hands over the fabric of the emerald green dress I chose last month, I stare at myself in the mirror.

Where has the time gone?

Last month we were running around malls looking for dresses and suits without a care in the world.

Then everything fell to shit.

Bens dead. Jules has fled the city, Hopes seeing Jamie! Like seriously. What the fuck! And Nicolas.

That's a whole other story I can't get back into right now.

Tonight's plan is to get unmistakably drunk and forget about it all.

Though, I need to do a few things before that's possible.

Starting with calling Mr Hound.

Dialling his number, I wait for him to answer.

He answers on the second ring.

"Hello miss Hirum, what a lovely surprise." He sounds happy.

I feel guilty that I'm about to ruin that mood.

"Hi, urm. I'm sorry, I'm calling to tell you something I discovered about my parents deaths." I say with a sigh.

Plopping my ass down on the edge of my new bed, I continue.

"I was in Nicolas Volkovs' office when I found some documents, I'm afraid there was a video. One of him burning my house to the ground. He killed them, Mr Hound. He killed them in cold blood." I let out a shaky breath. The images flashing behind my eyes for the millionth time.

He lets out a gasp and begins talking, "Oh my god, Cadence, I'm so sorry to hear that. I can't begin to imagine how you must feel."

"I just thought I'd tell you, so you can stop your search for the killer." I reply, not wanting to go into detail about my emotions.

Tonight isn't for emotions, it's for revenge.

***

Hope

Grabbing my dress I step into it, the lace fabric feeling like heaven against my golden skin. Although I'm ginger, I've always been able to tan, rather than being prone to burning like most gingers.

I have freckles decorating my face and some dotted around my arms. I used to hate them, but my mother- Charlotte Snider- taught me to embrace them, as she always had.

Putting the straps over my shoulders, I admire how the crimson material hugs each and every one of my curves. Accentuating my breasts and ass.

If I could die in a dress. It would be this one. Though, the only issue with this one is that I can't wear underwear, well I could, but I like to live life on the edge.

Going commando is my go to.

It's a rare occasion if you've caught me in a thong or bra. The things are uncomfortable as shit, I'm either getting cut in half by a thong, or my breathing's getting cut off by the metal band in the bras.

"Hope! Help!" Cadence shouts from the spare bedroom.

She moved in yesterday, after she turned up in tears because of that dickhead, I couldn't leave her like that. So, she's living with me. To be honest it's nice having the company.