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『 ridiculous 』
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"I DON'T WANT to do this at all," Delores said, as she tightened her belt around her jeans.
"It'll be fun!" Beatrice smiled, clapping her hands softly, "You're gonna meet his famille." she pointed out.
"That's not what I'm worried about..." Delores sighed and looked over at her mother, who was leaning in the doorframe of her bedroom.
Beatrice still didn't know about Delores's past life and her association with this dysfunctional family.
"I mean, if I get sick around Five, just imagine me around his entire family." Delores then finished fixing her belt, then grabbed a hairbrush off her dresser.
"You'll be fine," Beatrice assured.
"You sound like Five." she shot back at her mom as she brushed through her hair, then turned to her mother, "How do I look?" she asked her mother.
Beatrice smiled, stepped closer to her daughter, and brushed some hair from her face, "Belle."
Delores smiled up at her mother, "Thanks, mom." she then began to grab her purse, shoving Dramamine, and plastic bags for vomit into it.
It was nearing four, and that's when Five was supposed to be picking her up— but he told her he was doing some investigating for something, so he might be late.
Delores then grabbed her jacket and slipped it on, before grabbing her bag. She sighed, as her mother began to leave her room, and she followed behind.
Anxiety rolled through Delores's body, as she thought of every possibility at the child's birthday party. She rushed down the stairs with her mother, as she poured coffee for Delores.
Maybe in a strange way, she was excited to see the family she remembered loving. She might not remember them exactly— but she knows the feeling of being around them.
Delores sighed as her mother handed her a mug full of the dark, scolding, liquid. She gratefully took the cup and smelt the familiar smell as she sipped on it.
A knock echoed through the house, and Delores glanced at her mother, before taking another gulp of the coffee and setting it down on the dining table.
