"Congratulations. What do you want? Do you want a round of applause? Is that what you want? Congratulations, you turned out to be a bigger whore than I thought. Not only did you call yourself a whore to me, but you admitted to being a whore in front...
This is how her dress looks. Sorry if it's a sucky description.
As soon as I walked into the house my dad called me. I was truly surprised. Not like he doesn't come home early, but it was because he called me by my full name.
"Cecilia Bailey Adams."
Great. Just what I needed. My eyes are blood shot red and my nose is stuffy. I totally sound like I have been crying and I bet I look like I have been crying. He could of at least warned me he was coming home early.
"Come in the dinning room."
Good. He is pretty far.
"Can you give me a minute? I have to use the bathroom."
"I'll wait."
Running up the stairs, I went to my bathroom and looked in the mirror. I look like a mess. My eyes are puff and red, just like my nose. My cheeks are stained from my tears. Point being I look like I have been crying big time and I look like a mess.
I quickly cleaned my face up and went to the dinning room. Once I entered, I saw my dad sitting at the head of the table. This is really weird. He never calls me by my full name and never sits at the head of the table, unless we are eating.
"Yes?"
"I am going to a business dinner and you are going with me. I don't care if you have plans, you are going and nothing is going to change my mind."
"Fine. What time do we leave?"
"We are living at 6 or earlier, but it starts at 6:30."
Nodding my head, I went back up stairs. Great. I have to go to a dinner that I don't want to go to. The dinners are always fun, but I don't really feel like going anywhere today. I'm glad I didn't have plans.
Grabbing my book bag, I went over to my desk and started doing my homework. I don't have much, so I should be done pretty quick.
Looking at my clock it read 3:46. I have like 2 hours. Let's get this day over with.
*****
Standing in front of my full length mirror, I looked over my outfit. I'm wearing a black spaghetti strap dress with some lace at the bottom and som on the back. I paired the dress with some nude high heels. My hair is some what messy, but in a classy messy way. You know what I mean? My face is natural. No make up or anything.
After spraying some perfume on, I grabbed my stuff and went downstairs. I have 5 minutes before we leave. To make things clear, I got ready when I had 20 minutes left until 6. I don't take a long time getting ready.
In my defense, I think I look good. I'm always the odd one at these dinners. Every time we go, the other men take their families. Some men have daughters. Let me just tell you, those girls take dresses to over the top and wear too much make up. The wear huge earrings and necklaces. Things is that they go way over the top compared to how I go. Of course they get all the attention of the other guys, but I could really care less.
"Honey, ready to go?"
"Yes, sir."
"Let's go."
We walked over to the door and walked to his car. My dad is loaded and just my looking at his car tells you everything. He has a black and gold Bugatti veyron. He is loaded. After all he is an Adams. Let me tell you, all the Adams like to brag. That's why he bought me a car like his. I don't know why they love to brag so much.
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