Pedri - Our Secret

Part 6

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"Why the long face my dear?"

Marcella stopped resting her head against the passenger window. Her dad looked concern as she turned to him.

"Is everything alright, you're awfully quiet."

She shrugged. "Oui papa. I'm just a little tired."

"And upset." He nodded. "Don't lie to me, I can tell."

Marcella crumbled in her seat, lowering her head. Her dad reached out to shrug her legs. "Your mother will come around, don't worry about it."

"It's just a stupid dress." She muttered. "Why does she care so much about a stupid dress?"

"Well, it cost her alot of money, didn't it? Just for you to refuse to wear it tonight. Why is that Marcella? Your mother told me that you liked the dress in the shop, that you picked it out yourself."

"It was a mistake." She assured and was glad that the car ride to Martina's quinceanera continued in silence.

"I'll pick you up at midnight!" Her father shouted across the restaurant parking lot. There were alot of cars, dropping of a bundle of giddy teenagers. The girls wore colorful dresses and full face makeup, whilst the boys arrived in suits and iron pressed socks.

"Happy birthday Martina!"

She sat on a pink draped throne inside of the restaurant. People walked up to it, wishing her a happy birthday and dropping off thier gifts. Marcella stood in line, waiting to do the same. She took the time to admired the creative birthday decorations, the theme being "Pink Garden." All decorations were in pink, making up a plastic flower garden that all guest had to walk through to get to the birthday girl.

"It's pretty cool, huh?"

Someone appeared by her side. Marcella didn't have to turn her head to know who.

"I don't belive I've ever heard a guy describe anything in pink as 'cool'. "

Pedri was grinning once she turned to look at him. He was handsome, dressed in a black suit and tie. He had done nothing to his hair, he didn't have to. "I guess I'm not like others guys then." He said, voice seductive.

Marcella made a displeased noise and turned back to stand in line.

"I can drop the gift off for you." He offered, not yet to leave her side, even though she wished for nothing more. "I mean as the son of the owner of this restaurant, I think I have the privilege to skip ahead in line."

"I'm fine, thank you."

She was next anyway.

Martina, with her long brown hair and sparkling pink dress, sat on her thrown and looked down on Marcella like a queen would do a peasant.

"Happy birthday." She squealed, to which Martina fixed a smile, but mainly focused on the size of Marcella's gift. "It's from Pandora." She reassured. Marcella then stepped out of line, heading for the beverage table. However, she was still being followed.

"Is this about what I wrote?"

She sighed. "No, Pedri."

"Than what is it, why are you being like this?"

"Like what?" Her steps altered, forcing him to do the same. The restaurant was crowded, people enjoying themselves around them.

"Like this." He gestured. "You're being so...cold."

"Good, you deserve it."

She walked off.

"Ah, so this is about what I wrote."