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Chapter 5

Krissy Pov

"Krissyyy, darling wake up please" my mother called in her sing song voice.

"Nooo mum five more minutes" I responded, my voice thick with laziness as I tightened the bedsheets around my warm body, the deep softness of my duvet seducing me further into the plushness of my double bed.

"You haven't got five minutes Krissy so get up!", she said, removing that annoying excitement in her voice, letting me know that she was serious, but I still remained amongst my sheets, needing the comfort they brought me especially after Jason's canteen antics earlier today.

"We've given you enough time to rest, your dad, sister and I are all dressed up now so it's your turn...".

She paused, and I could hear the anticipation in her silence for me to make a move out of the bed, but I really didn't have the heart to go to one of my parents corporate events. I think it was one of my mum's business partners who invited us to tonight gala being that she took longer than I excepted to get herself ready before coming to my room to nag me.

My mum then kissed her teeth with a frustrated huff breaking our silent stand off, causing a sly simile of victory to tilt the corners of my lips.

But I guess there was no real winning against the women who birthed me, because she knew just what to say to spring my ass out of this bed...

"I've got dress options for you to choose from!".

"Wait? No! Please mum I thought you said that I could pick a dress this time!" I whined, kicking the covers off my pyjama clad body, and sitting up to face my slender mother who was in full glam, wearing a champagne coloured floor length embroidered gown, and her long hair in its long signature pressed-out, bone straight state.

I really hated the clothes she put me in. Yes, hate was a strong work, but when you're not 100% secure in your body, tight figure-hugging dresses just highlighted all the squishy parts you wished were firm.
And a woman like my mother, who couldn't fathom not being utterly in love with the body God gave her, she had no sympathy for me not wanting to squeeze mine in an overpriced over-tight dress.

"Ha! Funny, no! You're not choosing for this event. The man who's hosting tonight is very, very wealthy, so I will be choosing the dresses for you", she said grabbing my chin and tilting my face up towards her, so she could review my skin.

"Really? Who is he?", I questioned, swatting her critical hand from my face.

"Oh, just someone", she said, her voice trailing away as she shrugged her shoulders dismissively.

I arched my eyebrows at her clear attempt to not disclose the host of tonights gala.
I didn't really care, who he was or what billionaire-pound business he owned, I just needed to mentally prepare for how perfectly polite and formal I needed to be.

"Well, would I know him if he's that rich?", I pressed.

"Umm, yeahhh you might kno- you need to use my expensive face wash, okay", she replied, her mind going off to what she considered more pressing issues, and I discreetly rolled my eyes at her, deducing from her pressing on my skincare that the host had to be the owner of one of the top ten companies in London.

"And with this being a nice family event, there's definitely going to be young people around your age there...maybe some cute boys...", she said with the excitement she wanted me to have written over face.

I think I'm done with boys after today.

"...so don't you want to make a good impression?", she added.