When I arrived back home, the table was already set, with three different-sized plates, two spoons, two forks, and two knives, all different sizes for different purposes, placed down for each one of us, There were six of each, so I assumed that they have child.
My mother entered the dining room shortly after I arrived, She was wearing a long black dress, her hair was put up in a slicked-back bun, and she was wearing her gold set of costly jewelry.
"Oh thank goodness you are here, Go get ready, our new neighbors will be here soon for dinner, We don't want you to be late."
After nodding my head I directed myself toward my bedroom, placing my bag down on the bed, I went toward my dressing to gather my stuff, before directing myself toward my bathroom.
Half an hour later I got out of the bathroom, with a white silk dress on, I stood in front of my mirror fixing it on my body. It looked perfect on me, hugging my curves perfectly. It's not that I had many curves, but it still looked good on me.
Shortly after I started doing my makeup, and when I was done, I started doing my hair, I decided to leave it falling down my shoulders straightened, I did not have the energy to fix my stubborn curls today, so straightening it was the safest option.
When I was finally done I put my shoes on and got down the stairs wearing my black strapped heels.
When the doorbell rang, one of our maids opened the door for our guests, I couldn't see them clearly since the door was hiding behind the dining room wall.
I heard them greeting Greta as they entered, I love Greta, I grew up with her, she raised me better than my parents ever did, and I have known her forever.
My parents rushed toward our guests and I walked behind them. The first person I saw was a beautiful woman wearing a baby pink dress that reached a little past her knees with black heels. then a man which I assumed was her husband. When I arrived I greeted them both shaking their hands, when suddenly a third person entered the main door, and it was no one other but James.
James Moore.
His messy hair was beautifully messy. He was wearing a loose black button-up shirt leaving the first two buttons open, with some black pants.
He looked hot.
Do not react
Do. Not. React
"Well hello" He spoke to me smiling.
He is smiling at me.
What the heck?
"Good evening James," I spoke keeping my voice as neutral as possible shaking his hand.
"Keeping it formal I see, Good evening butterfly." He exclaimed and I don't know if he was mocking me or not.
Of course, he was.
"You kids already know each other right?" My father spoke waiting for an answer.
"Yes father, we share some classes," I spoke as everyone entered the fancy dinning room and took their place at the table, James facing me.
"Aren't you younger?" His mother asked me as her husband poured some water for her.
" I am ma'am but I take superior classes, so we share them." I answered very calmly.
"Yes she passed lots of exams to take those classes, so her university application can be perfect." My father spoke.
Here we go
Straighten up your back.
Lower your voice when speaking.
Be respectful.
Do not talk if not talked to first. No one likes a girl who speak a lot
The food entry started being placed on the table in front of us. Mushroom soup with hot bread, right off the oven.
I started eating slowly, listening to the never-ending voice in my head.
Do not eat a lot. Listen to me! You have three meals in total. The entry, the principal meal, and the desert. You can only eat half of each of your meals, I would have told you to not eat at all, but unfortunately, that would have been disrespectful.
I took a deep breath, deciding to eat some of the soup without the bread. That would be good.
Yeah.
Suddenly James spoke loud enough so I could hear "The soup is better with the bread"
"You want it?" I asked him hoping that he would take it so I could feel less guilty.
"Eat it." He spoke getting back to his food and listening to his father speaking about boring financial stuff with my dad, as our mom spoke of other random things.
But I didn't touch it, I was staring at it. I stared at my food after I stopped eating, twisting my spoon on my half-empty plate.
James looked at me, then at my plate before looking back at me again.
Stop looking at me, especially when you look like that.
Are you attracted to him?
What of course not
But he didn't talk, not one word, he just shook his head, eating the last bite of his bread, placing his spoon down.
I realized that he used the right spoon for the soup.
Suddenly he looked at me and raised an eyebrow before talking,
"I know basic table etiquette, I am not dumb."
He told me, like he could read minds, I didn't just say it did I?
No I just thought of it.
"You didn't say it, it was obvious on your face." He said again which made my eyes go wide.
"Stop doing that." I said looking at him spooked.
But he just laughed.
I made him laugh.
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237 Days
RomanceThey never liked eachothers. At school James was the popular handsome guy, everyone loved him, to them James had not one care in the world, little did they know. Celestia had her group of friends which she hangs out with, she is known to be the perf...
