Infinitely

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As uneventful as an average day is for me, I'd take that over a dinner with the Forbes' anytime.
1) what am I even supposed to wear? A dress? A blouse? Jeans?
2) I really don't want to see Wyatt. His presence just makes me nervous and sweaty.
3) one dinner can easily lead to weekly seeings and the mums becoming friends.

My Monday was well spent by watching a season of some irrelevant show and blocking my father on every medium of communication invented.
I had half an hour to get ready and I counted that as enough time as I've already showered and dried my hair. My outfit was lying on the bed, high waisted black jeans with an off the shoulder flowy, red blouse complimented by some gold necklaces and a few bangles. I began doing my makeup, red lipstick to match my top and subtle wings on my eyes. My curled hair fell down my shoulders (but I dared not touch it because my fingers would get stuck in unruly locks and knots.)

"Lena, come help me!" My mother shouted for me from downstairs.
I jogged down the stairs and was met by her running from one side to the other, opening and closing cabinets. A site of absolute chaos and disorder.

"What's wrong?" I said, peeking from the door.

"Oh honey you look beautiful!" She mused, standing still for a second but immediately resumed to her previous activity. "Could you please take out the chicken in ten minutes and finish the salad? I still need to get dressed." She rushed passed me but returned, planting a kiss on my cheek and fixing my blouse.

"Yeah of course." I muttered smiling.

Even though I nearly cut off my fingers multiple times, I successfully finished cutting the peppers and removed the chicken from the oven - naturally not without ducking from the hot air and burning my face. Just in time as my mother descended from the stairs, Theo moaned about the time and I set the last plate, the doorbell rang.

"Oh deary me." My mother mumbled, "Theo fix your shirt!" She hissed at my brother right before opening the door with a gleaming smile. Both Theo and I peeked from the kitchen and saw only two figures standing in the doorway, Mrs Forbes and Daisy who wore matching blue dresses. Their hair was elegantly braided although one in a side braid and the other in a Dutch.

"Oh the flowers on the porch are so lovely." Mrs Forbes began, "these are no match." She handed my mother a bouquet of tulips and stepped into the house smiling, Daisy trailing behind her.

"Thank you so much, Christine." My mum beamed and gestured us in, handing me the flowers.

"Lena, dear, you look amazing!" Gushed Mrs Forbes and ushered me in for a kiss on the cheek.

"Wow thank you, you do too!" I replied. I glanced down and noticed Daisy looking quite confused. " Hi Dase, I love your hair." I said trailing my finger along the strands of hair, "can you teach me one day?"
The little girl blushed and smiled, "mummy did it but I can try."
The door slammed closed from the winds outside.

"This is my son, Theo." Mum pointed at him as he slowly walked in.

"I see attractive genes run in the family." Smirked Mrs Forbes and shook Theo's hand.

He looked taken aback and cleared his throat, probably embarrassed of his constantly cracking voice. "Thank you very much, Mrs Forbes."
My mum shook her head laughing and led the guests into the dining room.

I immediately took a deep breath and thanked the lord for Wyatt not being here. I can't imagine for awkward I'd be if our mums forced us to mingle. Yet just as I finished that thought and headed to the others, someone rapidly knocked on the door and I stopped in my tracks. I opened the door and right there stood Wyatt, his cheeks rosy and hair moving in the wind. He smiled at me and I stepped back to let him in.