𝐑𝐞𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 | 𝐑𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐎𝐂

Twenty Eight.

Midsummers.

A celebration for the rich.

Well, that's the way i see it.

A night for on the brink of alcoholic parents to dance around and boast in each-others wealth, and for snobby teens to argue about who's college tuition is more expensive.

My family was obviously never invited, but i always new it was just an excuse to dress up and drink. I hated it.

However, unfortunately this year i was one of the waitresses. Since the restaurant i now worked in was located in the middle of literal Kook village, we were obliged to serve there. I mean, it promotes the business after all, and it's good money.

Luckily, Chase was also working. At least i had one companion throughout the oh so painful night.

I had arrived about an hour ago, where i was immediately bombarded by a sweaty Derek with orders and apologies. I think he hated this night just as much as i did, although he's doing very well to hide it.

"Hey." A voice came from behind me.

As i turned i was presented with Chase walking towards me. He was in black suit trousers and waist coat, paired with a crisp white shirt, tie and dress shoes. His dark hair was brushed back slightly styled with gel, but it still had that effortless messy touch to it.

"Wow, who's this?" I joked.

He held his hands out to the side and looked down at his attire. "Mhm. Who knew, huh?"

I rolled my eyes with a smile at his slight ego.

"You look nice." He nodded, his eyes travelled from my face to my feet.

"Don't lie." I scoffed. "I look like i'm about to go for my 9 to 5 at a law firm." I peered down at my own shirt and tie, black skirt, and heels. Oh! And of course the black tights that took me a literal fucking hour to put on. Who on earth decided to make these fuckers so tight?

"Shut up." He laughed. "I'm not lying."

"Well, thank you." My cheeks flushed ever so pink, but i managed to disguise it with the hair falling over my eyes as i glanced at my heeled feet. Me? blushing? What has happened?

"You two! Here! Please." Derek's hushed shouts disrupted our moment. He called us over to the rest of the waiters and waitresses, and gave a quick talk on how tonight had to go. "My ass is on the line here, okay? Just like every year." He finished his little speech with flapping hands and a red face. Never have i ever met a man who stresses more in my life. Poor guy, honestly.

And then the night began. Arrays of bright coloured dresses and weird headpieces filled the scenery. I barely knew any of the people around, apart from the odd familiar face.

My steps led me through the paths outside, a tray of champagne in my hand. A smile quite literally plastered on my face.

With a now empty tray i started to take myself back inside. Thar was until the crowd behind me began to applaud. I peered back around to see what the big fuss was all about, until i realised.

The Cameron family were making their entrance.

Fuck, how could this all slip my mind? Of course Rafe's family would be a big deal here. It hadn't even crossed my mind that he'd be here tonight. Idiot.

After yesterday night, my heads been a little all over the place.

Rafe's actions yesterday made me think. I remember being in the Twinkie with JJ, ignoring his persistent questions. I slept at the Chateau. Let's just say it wasn't really my choice. JJ was so sure on idea of me sleeping in his bed while he took the couch. He said some shit about how he didn't think i should be alone.