Roaring Through Life

Two

Hours have passed, with the time now being closer to four o'clock. The day had passed by in a blur filled with one task after another. All that I could currently see was endless visions of different colorful flowers since that was what I had been looking till this point. The house had turned into a greenhouse all with no end to the piles of flowers floating around the tables and door ways. I am standing next to my mother who is chattering away like she was prone to do, talking endlessly about anything trivial. My mind begins to wander off while my hands are busy arranging the vases that would be up placed on the food tables out in the backyard of our house.

"Mina, what do think about the white roses?"

"Hmmm?" I glance up from my work to find my mother holding a white rose in her hands. She was looking at me pointedly waiting for my response.

"The white roses, what do you think?"

The topic of white roses was not my main concern at the moment. The conversation with Father at breakfast this morning about Michael Edwards was more of a concern to me at the moment. It is causing my mind to become a jumbled up mess! Ignoring my mother's question about the roses I continue on with the task I was currently working on and let my mind wander off. Sighing, I pick up the next bundle of flowers and start to place them in an arrangement.

I just could not get that conversation out of my mind. I knew it wasn't the conversation that was bothering me but the subject of it Michael Edwards. It irked me that I was letting it get under my skin; I am trying to tell myself that I could care less about him. If I was being honest with myself, I actually do care more about him than I would like to admit to. I refused to admit to it by chanting under my breath "I hate him, I despise him, I cannot stand him!"

My gut has this feeling that he will try everything in his power to ruin this party for me today, playing a big part in why I do not want to attend. The last time we were both at an event I found him locked in a closet with another girl for two hours claiming that the door stuck. I was so embarrassed! Especially since it was right after my parents started to talk about entering a marriage contract between Michael and I. Ever since then I just could not put myself in similar situations at parties. He claimed that it was nothing but, with his formidable reputation I just could not ignore it. I never told anyone about what I came across since there was no obvious evidence that anything happened, but it angered me that he went off alone secretly with a girl and did not say anything to anyone where he was going. How can I trust him after that!?!

His presence since the incident has ruined every event and party for me. I have decided since then, it has been easier to convince myself that I do not want to go to an event because of the boring predictability of how it will unfold then face the real truth. This was something that I want to prevent from happening tonight at my mother's big party. Today I decided, just to spite him and prove to myself that I was above everything, that I would make this the grandest party anyone has ever seen. I start to smile at the plan that I was unfolding in my imagination.

I feel a strong grasp on my forearm that starts to shake it, causing me to lose my smile. "Mina, are you even paying attention to me? Your head is always in the clouds and when I need your opinion the most you're not even listening to me! Where you off in dreamland thinking about a certain someone?"

I try to ignore her second question focusing on her first. "You should mix the white and pink roses together." I reach over to remove some of the white roses and replaced them with some of the pink ones.

"You have always had a way with flowers." She stops what she was doing and fully looks at me. "Here's a little motherly advice on my second question which I know you are ignoring, denying it will not solve anything."