Fated to You

Chapter 35: It's a ball

Her mother. Yes, her mother.

On her way back to her bedroom, Becky had done her best to ignore her constant phone rings. Her mother had been waiting for her to pick up. She resigned then and picked up for Mrs. Armstrong is not a woman who like having people ignored her and she knows that's what Becky had been doing. She knows that much because, Becky also doesn't like to be ignored. She got it from her. Nevertheless, once she got there, she picked up the phone and brought it up to her ear.

"Hey mom, how are you?" She says, dropping herself on the bed.

"Why haven't you picked up the phone?" she scowls loudly through the other end of the line.

"I was taking a shower." Becky rolls her eyes. "How are you?" she asks again.

"Dear, I'm doing fine. How are you this afternoon?"

"Given the circumstances, I'm doing alright." She sours.

Mrs. Armstrong, as always, could read her better than anyone. Well, what mother doesn't? Mothers do not have intuition for nothing, "Becky, what's going on with you?"

"I'm fine, really."

"Are the circumstances still not the most agreeable?" she asks, "It's been a month already."

Her inquietude tone would otherwise compel Becky to just go along with her mother's nagging. Usually she'd just reassure her that everything is fine but now, she doesn't have the strength to lie.

"Everything is not fine," she tells her but she doubts Mrs. Armstrong cared at all however, nonetheless, Mrs. Armstrong proceeds to tell her the reason of her sudden call.

"Dear, the case that I had been working on, I had recently successfully closed." She explains, not hiding the excitement and the pride in her voice, "I have yet again scored,"

Becky congratulate her on her gradual rise to notoriety. One more case, extremely big and she'll gain seat as the State's financial savior, "I'm proud of you mom. You're exactly whom I aspire to be." You're the woman that I used to want to be. She thought to herself. She didn't tell her that.

"Thank you love," she says, "I'm having a celebration at the mansion. Many important people from our social entourage, Foreign or national will be of attendance. This call is to confirm that you'll be of attendance."

"When is it?"

"Tonight dear. It starts at seven." She details to Becky the party. She did not want to go because, she is not really in the mood. But Mrs. Armstrong is seemingly excited about it which means there's no way that she can come up with an excuse to be spared of the social anxiety. Not even the recent death of the girl of her life.

"I'll be there mom." She says, inwardly sighing the dread.

"Great." She exclaims, "And dear?"

"What?"

"You father and I are worried about you." She says.

Becky frowns, "Why?"

"Well," She could sense her hesitation, "it's been a month since the death of that Chankimha girl and we haven't seen any progress in your behavior."

Becky rolls her eyes. "Mom, I thought you told me to focus on me first. I need to work on my mental state right now."

"I know love but what children listen to their parents at your age." Becky shakes her head at her generalization, "We just don't want any scandal."

She's not having this conversation with her mother, "Mom, I'll see you later at the party. And I promise I will not embarrass you."

"Wait!" she says, "Are you bringing anyone?"