Her, Saving Grace

18

Catherine

"I'm really sorry. But she's a sweetheart and I don't want to let her down." I rolled my eyes and faced my vanity mirror. I was already dressed in my usual grey suit when Rose delivered me the news (groggily if I might add) that she couldn't show up on an author's book signing.

"You just had to drink the night before the event." I can hear her groaning from the other line. Probably attempting to get off her bed. She's all to blame on why she's hungover. Who in their right mind would party on a Sunday?

Uh.You. Remember?

Okay but mine was a different story. I had a cause. Sure it was because I had to hunt down prince charming but hey, it's better than drinking because my co-workers dared me to order every available shot.

"You'll do it for me right? Right! I'll text you the address and you just have to show up. You know the drill. Okay bye!" Then she hung up. Looking at my phone, I made a face before stuffing it on my bag.

I got out of my room. My door's been torn down. He told me he was going to replace it. Four days and my bedroom's being entered by sunlight. I'm beginning to suspect I'm a vampire. I liked my room dark. And locked. I'm telling you, if you live with a reaper; I highly doubt ghosts would scare you. I'll probably sing Ghostbuster, calling him just like the spotlight on Batman, and Damon would come bursting inside my room with a vacuum. Or however they collect the souls. He wouldn't tell me.

Sometimes, ignorance is bliss Cat.

I turned to knock on Damon's room to tell him I'm off. It's kind of a silent agreement between us. He opened the door as he was wearing his leather jacket. Damon admitted that he thinks the jacket's too hot and he pretty much preferred flip-flops than boots but (according to him) it would ruin his badass image. I asked him if he got any tattoos too, but he said no. Needles freak him out. I'm not going to call him a wuss puss just because he can't get some permanent ink on his flesh. Who am I to judge? Even I'm afraid of needles. And as Benjie/Gina said; they don't have to look the part.

"Need a lift?" he smiled at me and I automatically covered my forehead. He laughed before walking past me and picked up his keys on the table near the door. I'm always on alert mode whenever he's near. You never know when he decides to open your eye just because he likes kissing your forehead.

"I'm off to see Rose' client. She can't make it." just then, my phone beeped, alerting me that I just received a message. I winced as I recognized the place and time she texted. How am I supposed to get there in fifteen minutes? Turning to Damon, I saw him playing with his keys.

"I'm going to take that offer. But please do not kill me." He grinned before letting me walk past the door.

"Wouldn't dream of it."

***
Nobody told me we were supposed to dress up.

Looking around, I saw adults wearing princess outfits and children running around wearing costumes.

"Whoaw." Damon said under his breath.

Whoaw indeed.

I was still taking in the colorful decors hanging on the walls and nursery rhymes playing in the background, when a petite woman approached us.

"Hi I'm Mavis. I'm assuming you're Rose?" she took my hand and shook it. She was smiling at me like she wanted to ask me for something utterly impossible but I'm guessing that's how people usually look like when they're too happy.

"Oh no ma'am. Rose can't make it today due to certain...circumstances. I was sent here just to look if things are going well." She then lets go of my hand and stared at the man behind me.