Chapter 9
The day before the ball...
I was awoken by my alarm early in the morning, since I had a reputation of having to get up later than usual.
I got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. As I walked in I looked myself in the mirror to see my ruffled hair, and really tired eyes. Turning around I walked to the bathtub fit for about three to four people, I filled the tub up with cold water just to get me out of my drowsy state.
After coming out from the tub I wrapped a towel around myself and stood in front of the mirror again, if only the mirror was broken back then, it would have really reflected how I was inside back then.
Walking out of the bathroom, I headed towards my walk in closet. I pulled out a white huddie and some black sweats and moved downstairs to find my old nanny Francine making breakfast.
F:Hello there sweetheart, how was did you sleep?
A:The usual, didn't want to get out that comfy bed.
I said with a small smile, which she returned the gesture along with a chuckle.
F:You never did change, didn't you?
A:Nope
F:Go ahead and sit down 'nope', breakfast is coming.
I walked over to her with a pout and a more somewhat childish way and gave her a kiss on the cheek, walking out of the kitchen I meet with the people in the dining room table, I smiled towards them and towards my mother and hugged her from behind with a kiss on the cheek, then towards my father who kissed me on the forehead.
A: Morning my loved ones, how was your sleep ?
Ph:It was okay nothing special, you ?
A:Same
R:I hope your ready for tomorrow.
A:Yes father I am ready to be friendly.
F:Nice rhyme 'NOPE' breakfast is served.
Ph:Thank you Francine, come on sit down with us and eat.
F:I can't ma'am not unless everyone is here.
Yep we all knew what she was implying when she said that, it really caused the dining table to be quiet and awkward for a few seconds until my dad broke it.
R:She won't be joining us today.
He said in a stern manner along with a cold expression making up his face.
Just then Emma walked down the stairs and sat down on the opposite side of the table facing my dad. She had this expression that I could yet couldn't really make out. It was like she was hurt, angry, sad, and almost as if she was going to throw a BF (bitch fit).
Well this just made the whole table even more awkward than when Francine asked if she was joining us. Seeing her sit down Francine joined and sat down next to me.
F:Now that everyone is here what's the tension about ?
Stubborn woman always the one helping solve tensions like these.
R:Ask these two, I've got enough stress to worry about.
He pointed towards me and Emma, yet mumbled the last part.
F:Amber speak.
Woman talking like the elder of the house, which with her behavior other people would think she is, and I take her like one.
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Well then we meet again
Hope you enjoy this because it's about to get sweet.
What do you think Francine is going to do or what her reaction will be ¯\_ʘ‿ʘ_/¯ keep tuned.
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From cheater to sweet mafia
Novela JuvenilThe story is imaginary This book is about a woman who has to deal with her past and find ways to find true love from the person she hurt, twists and turns may come their way but they stick together through thick and thin.
