The resto,the chef and I

Chapter 8

*Panic* *Panic* *Bumps into something* *Panic* *Panic* not really a good way of finding something good to wear. I looked over my closet and saw the pretty blue chiffon gown that I bought from 'Ma Belle Boutique' for Hubert's mom's grand and elegant birthday party/ball. That brings up a little smile to my face then I peaked a little more and saw this little pale-yellow sundress that would really go with my sky blue sweater...

"Lillian! I have something to wear!" I shouted taking a look at the sundress

"Aw, really? I was going to suggest a sack!"

"Thank you for your suggestion but I think that I don't need it!"

"Potato-face! I'm finish you can go now!"

I ran downstairs carrying my fluffy towel 'pluff' (Yes, I named my towel pluff). I took a bath and accidentally used the vaginal wash as a shampoo (believe me it's not the first time), I've got to wash it again and put shampoo and conditioner in it to take the stickiness away. As I step out of the bathroom I heard a bumping sound upstairs.

It was Lillian, holding up his foot in pain. He was groaning until I reached his foot and started screaming which is much more annoying than his groaning, of course.

"Lillian, you okay?"

"Do I look like I'm okay!" He grumped

"Shut up! Will ya'? You got a good new sprain because of your stupidness, idiot. Alright, don't move I'm going to turn your foot"

"The fuck, Cameron! You're going to turn my foot?! And when did you turn into a med-tech, huh?"

"Since you became the biggest moron!"

And the next thing happen is, Lillian's foot got cured and was covered with layers of gauze. He said the reason why he got the sprain is because he excited, when I ask him what provoked it his answer was...

"I don't want to miss out the future groom"

As soon as he end up, I hit him in his back head.

"You dumbshit, what do you mean 'future groom'?" I felt my cheeks turned pink

"Well, why are you blushing? Don't you lie, I know that you don't put the red-powder thingy on your face"

"Uh... Well It's... Oh, look at the time, we're late"

The time reads 7:34, we're 4 minutes late. Lillian sat on the back seat, before I start the car I decided to ask Hubert where... You know... Philip's house is

*Contacting* *Ringing*

"Hubert? Hey"

I was hoping for some 'Hey, Cams' Hubert's comeback but...

"Cams?! Where are you?! We've been waiting here for like... Forever" he said furiously "Well, Hubert, not really forever, she's only four minutes late, it's not a big deal" a mellow voice appeared on the background "Don't worry Brooke, Cameron is on us... Cameron look just wait for me and I'll take you here, okay"

"Okay..."

... (Nothing happened, we fell asleep)

When I woke up the first thing that came up to my senses is the smell of vanilla in the air. As my eyes adjust to the light (of course, it's blurry) I saw silhouettes of four people and heard some familiar voice laughing. Now that my eyes has been adjust to the blinding light, all that caught my sight is this breathe taking interiors.

I walk myself to the dining room with this huge glass vintage table and vintage seats and a gorgeous crystal chandelier hanging from the high ceilings. Lillian noticed me....