Lost Time

Chapter Three- False Prince

I woke the next morning to the smell of pancakes and bacon. My mouth watered and my stomach sounded it's complaint as I tried to find my glasses. Slipping them on, I headed for the kitchen where I found Samantha at the stove. She was happily humming and swaying while she cooked. I enjoyed seeing her so happy after going out last night.
"Boo." I said making her turn around. "How was your night?" I shot her a devious smile.
"It was..." She giggled like a child. "Wonderful!" She beamed like the sun.
"Who were they?" I hungrily eyed the plate of pancakes.
"His name is John and he was so sweet!" She gave me the juicy details of her night, as I quickly ate my breakfast. "We have a date tommorrow at seven and I can't wait."
"I'm glad you found a guy, Sammy." She eyed me up and down.
"I'm not the only one." She pulled the ticket from last night out of her pocket. "Who's chad?"
"He's.. umm.." My cheeks blazed a fiery red. "A cop that stopped by last night and he sorta asked me out."
"Guurrrrllll!" She squealed at an impossibly high octave.
"I know." I smiled remembering how he had tried to comfort me. "I'm going out to get a new outfit for tonight." I would've invited Samantha to go shopping, but she has to work today.
"Good. You don't treat yourself too often." Sam said as she made her way to the door, and went to leave. "I won't wait up." She glance at me with a fake, innocent face.
"Sammy!" I could hear her laugh as she made her way to her car. I cleaned up breakfast and made my way to the bathroom.
After showering, I got dressed in some casual jeans and a beaded blouse and left for town. The drive to town was short and uneventful, but I felt a smothering force of excitment. I drove through town and ended up at a clothing store I frequented.
"Lily!" The little woman behind the counter lit up at my entrance.
"Hi, Tracie." She hugged me tight and stood back to look at me.
"Have you lost even more weight?" Her expression looked pained. "You were here last week."
"No of course I havent." I lied. "You're just crazy." She gave me a puzzled expression as she pondered what I had said. "I have a date tonight and I need a really nice dress." Her face lit up again.
"I have just the thing!" She ran to the back of the store, as I waited up by the counter. "We just got these in." She held up a suede dress that had a fifties-style cut.
"It's perfect." I snatched it out of her grip and headed towards the dressing room. It was perfect on me with the cream colour complimenting my skin. "What'cha think?" I stepped out of the dressing room, so that she could see me.
"It's amazing." I knew she wasn't lying to me. I browsed around the shop and found some rose print fishnets that looked edgy enough to be sexy. I also found some black wedges that made me an even 7 feet tall.
"You look so beautiful." Tracie examined me with the outfit on. "But it could use this." She placed a black leather fashion jacket on my shoulders. It really did make the ensemble look like it had walked off the page of a fashion magazine. I got changed and headed out of the store to my car. I decided to visit the salon for a trim and dye on the way home.
I welcomed the familiar smell of chemicals as I stepped into the small salon. The black chairs that lined it's edges just screamed sophistication and class. "Can I help... you?" The receptionist eyed me up and down as if I was a supernatural being
"Yes. You can." I hated using my parents influence, but sometimes I had to. Though they disliked me, they paid me to basically not create trouble. They had a lot of money and influence over the city and it helped sometimes if I mentioned them. "I'm Lily. Lily Mendra."
"Oh! Yes Miss Mendra we can certainly help you." The receptionist attitude changed as she led me to one of the chairs. "Julie get out here! Now!" I giggled while they made a fuss over me.
"Hello, darling." Julie looked like a woman that had always knew good taste. "What will it be today?"
"A trim and I'd like it to be soft black." My voice took on a coldness that I associated with people in power. Julie made no conversation as she proceed to style my hair. I left the salon an hour later with a perfect style and coal black hair. I drove home to get ready for tonight.
After about three hours, I was completely ready to leave the house for my date. I got my bag ready and waited in the living room. Chad came to the door right at eight, and he proceeded to tell me how beautiful I was.
"Thank you." My blush was incredibly intense as he held the car door open for me. During the drive we filled in each other about ourselves.
"Where are we going?" His clothing told me it must be somewhere nice.
"It's a surprise." His wink made my heart melt and my insides fill warm. We drove for a while until we pulled in in front of a new restaurant in town. It was the type of establishment that only had time for elite and prominent people in town. We left the car at the valet and made our way inside which was even more stunning than the posh outside.
"How did you get a reservation?" My voice was filled with intense wonder.
"I know the owner and as soon as I said your name he jumped for the chance to serve us" I felt embarrassed as I realized you parents connections were more of an asset than I though. We were shown to our seats immediately and we're given some hateful glances by the other patrons. I could hear some of their conversations as we waited to order.
"They let HER in here." One man stated to his wife.
"I know I mean even her daddy would be disapointed to see her here." The man got up and came over to our table, and as soon as I saw his face I recognized him. It was Westley Adams and he hated me even more than my own family.
"What are you doing in my dad's resturant." It was more of a statment than a question directed at me. Then it all clicked for me, the owener, his father, had been trying to merge with my father's company for years. Mr.Adams must have though that if he showed kindness to me I would persuade my father for him. Westley used to be my friend until I had denied him a date with me because he was a jerk.
"I'm trying to enjoy the evening with my date." I grabbed Chad's hand.
"You're her date!" Westley accused Chad.
"Well... I-i." Chad couldn't seem to speak clearly.
"She's a dude Chad! What the hell? You gay?!" Then I realized Chad knew the owner because he was Westley's friend.
"She's... he's.... uh..." Chad facade of kindness shattered into pieces.
"I'm his nothing." I grabbed my coat and got up from the table. "I was mistaken." My voice grew cold. "I though he was a prince, but really he's just a bigot." My gaze moved to Westley. "And you should really be nicer to me West. I have enough power over you to make sure you end up in the gutter." Even with tears streaking my face I managed to stay strong.
"Lily... I..." Chad went to stand.
"No. Have dinner with your friend." My words were like venom. "I don't need trash like either of you." The resturant was silent as I walked out and didn't turn back." I started down the street back towards the plaza as I struggled not to fall on the ground. I walked for a good while before I came to a bus stop that I recognized. I sat down and dialed Malcom's number.
"Hello? Lily?" His voice sounded cloudy as I must have woke him.
"I'm..." I struggled to talk through the sobs.
"Lily! Where are you?" I could hear him shuffling through his room.
"The Fifth Avenue.... B-busss stop." My heart felt like it was on fire.
"I'll be right there." I could hear his car start. "Just hold on okay?"
"Ooookkay." I clicked off the phone and cluched it in my hands like it was the last solid thing in my life. I sat like that for about ten minutes, when I felt someone's arms under me. I looked up into Malcom's dark eyes, as he lifted me off the bench. He carried me to his car, set me in the passenger seat, and buckled me in.
"Tell me what happened." He started the car and began to drive. I told him every last detail of what had happened tonight from me waking up to now. I look at him and saw him shaking from gripping the steering wheel so hard. "You are so much more than that." His voice shook of violent rage and bitter sadness, and, for now, I honestly believed what he said.

Hello,
I hope you like this chapter of my story. I know Chad is like the worst right. I'm trying not to make these super long, but it's hard not to want. Please comment anything you would like to see, and I will try to include your wishes.
Much love,
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