Phenomenal

31 ~ Into The Wild

"This is everything you need to know about next week's fight, anything else, just ask. You're welcome to go with us when we leave or meet us there later in the evening," Dante said the next day as he tore of a sheet of paper from the notebook Clarissa had given him.

"Eh, you don't want to go with us, it's boring and the guy's changing room will stink," Darcy said from he was sprawled out on her sofa, a magazine open and forgotten on his chest as he tilted his head back to watch them.

"Well if you stayed out of the changing rooms, they'd smell better," Dante replied calmly and Darcy glared at him.

"Rude di-" she started right before violet came wobbling out of Clarissa's room in a pair of her high heels, clinging to the wall for support and Darcy's bad language stalled to a halt in his throat.

Clarissa glanced passed Dante and laughed slightly at the sight of Violet trying and failing to walk in her six inch heels as Darcy sat bolt upright, staring over the back of the sofa.

"Lettie, those aren't yours! You can't just take stuff in someone else's house without asking permission," he snapped, jumping to his feet as Clarissa held up a hand.

"It's ok," she said quickly, "if it's my stuff, I don't mind. Though I'm not sure you should be trying heels that high for your first time."

"They're really shiny, I just wanted to try them," Violet said, somewhat indignantly at her dad and he glared at her. She just glared back and stepped out of them. "I don't think I'll wear shoes like these," she announced.

"Not few a few years, I hope," Clarissa said, walking over to her and picking up the shoes, taking them back inside before pulling out a small two inch wedged and setting them before her. "That's more your height," she said as she [assed and Violet grin, slipping her tiny feet in and instantly sliding forwards before she clumped her way around the room.

"You spoil her," Darcy said and Clarissa smiled, going into the kitchen to make tea and juice.

Her phone rang as she was pulling down cups and Dante handed it over to her - though not before he glanced at the caller ID and his expression darkened.

It was Brett, which explained Dante's unimpressed downturn of mouth.

"Hi Brett," she said, waving Dante away as she pulled out teabags.

"Hey, I wanted to see if you'd like to go you for dinner tonight."

"Sure, what time?"

"Eight o'clock."

"Alright."

"The usual spot, I'll meet you there."

"Sure. Oh actually, while I have you, about the charity event this Thursday, I won't be able to join you."

"Huh?"

"Jack Casey's event on Thursday, I know you'll be invited but I won't be able to go with you."

"Oh that, doesn't matter, I wasn't going to invite you anyway so it's fine."

Clarissa raised an eyebrow at the kettle finished boiling. "You weren't? Why?" she asked slowly, lifting the kettle.

"I didn't want to," Brett replied like it was no big deal. "Anyway, I need to go so-"

"Hang on a moment," Clarissa said, the kettle coming down so hard on the counter is made everyone including the cat jump and look around at her. She didn't notice but her tone made Brett pause, the hard commanding edge wasn't something he was used to.