The Taste Of It

Chapter 5

"Isabella!" I groaned as I heard someone knock down my bedroom door. "Isabella Rose, open this goddamn door."

I sat up, cursing everyone I knew and didn't. I was not a morning person. I opened my door, my bad mood worsening as I saw my Lululemon-wearing sister, Mariana, bright faced.

She wore a black tank-top, black joggers, and green high-tops with a green and black plaid jacket to top it all off. Her blond hair was pulled into a messy but perfectly tame high ponytail. Her dark green eyes were framed by thick dark lashes. 

"Good morning," She entered my room, throwing a brown bag at me. I caught it and peered in at the bottom and rested a blueberry muffin. "You need your energy." She explained, passing me a Starbucks drink.

"Caramel Ribbon Crunch Frappe. I know." She added as I took a long sip and sighed.

"Where are we going?" I asked once I downed half the drink. 

"Dress shopping." Mariana raised her hand to cut me off. "Dad insisted for the ball next week."

My jaw dropped, "What ball?"

I was hoping, praying it wasn't - 

"The Mexican one. The one where you and Jace almost killed each other, remember?" She leaned back before sitting right up and walking to my closet.

"I remember." I grumbled as I took the clothes she tossed to me, into the bathroom. I quickly changed into the clothes, brushed my hair, and brushed my teeth.

I walked out to see my sister flipping through a book, she looked up, snapped the book shut, "Mom's coming with us. She said that if we went alone we'd look like homeless people."

"Is Marie coming?" I asked, pulling my hair into a ponytail.

Marie was my lifelong friend. She was a pickpocketer who picked my father's Rolex. Of course, my father found out but he was impressed with her skills and confidence and offered her a choice: Stay on the streets or work for us. She chose to work for us, and since then her and I've been close friends. 

"Most likely," She shrugged. "Let's go." With that she walked out of the room and I followed. I saw my mom waiting by the door, holding a Stanley cup and her bag in the other.

It was a fifty minute drive to a certain store my mom preferred for dresses. After some hours of walking and trying on dresses, my mom settled on a dark red, my sister a dark phalato green dress, and I decided on a navy blue.

If I had thought that was it, just to buy the dress and leave, oh, I was sorely mistaken.

My mom insisted on getting shoes, bracelets, necklaces, accessories and purses. I loved my mom but it was getting intense with dress shopping. We had black heels that were each different in their own way. My mom chose a wedge, Mariana had block heels, and I chose a stiletto.

Once we bought everything along with our bracelets and accessories, my feet were blistered and sore. And I lost 5 hours of my life, I'd never get back.

The second we got home, I tore off my shoes and walked to my room. I shut the door and started a warm bath. I sighed and thought about everything that could go wrong during the ball. 

Last year Jace said something that pissed me off, so I retorted and said something back. After that all hell broke loose. We ruined the tables, stands, and an ice sculpture of someone. It was horrible. 

Not the breaking stuff, but the fact that I had to apologize to Jace for 'starting the fight', which I didn't. If he never said what he said, I wouldn't have said something back. And even then I thought he wouldn't swoop so low. I'm pretty sure I said some fifth-grade level insult.

I snorted when I remember the fact that during the fight someone in the crowd had thrown a pastry and it hit Jace. Straight in the face. I was too busy laughing my ass off to see him grasp a part of a cake and throw it at me. It had ruined my favorite dress. 

I'd get revenge somehow, someway. Hopefully.