What the heart never forgets (On hold )

Chapter 12 - What the heart never forgets

Chapter 12

Sasha’s POV

Peter had been distant the last days, sneaking away and never at home. Brian also complained about it when I met him at the gym, but he also told me that Peter had met a hot chick when they went out on Friday. So we concluded that they were seeing each other a lot. Because Peter constantly goes around with a stupid grin on his face, even at work. But when I question him about it he brushes it off as nothing.

I’m so reveled that he liked his Christmas present. It could have turned out differently since it’s not a typical gift to give. I don’t even think John required the full prize for the jewelry Peter picked out. Because the amount of money I paid him was ridiculously low. But I’m just so happy everything worked out as we planned it.

Working half time wasn’t that bad, since we’re in the last week before Christmas, so I had enough to do outside of work as well. We’re all leaving for the cabin tomorrow. I’ve talked to Cecile on the phone and she’s not sure if Greg is coming or not, it’s stressing her out. I’ve been trying to convince her that she should come no matter what Greg decides to do. That maybe it’ll be good for them to have a breather form each other. She just has to come; it will not be a proper Christmas without her.

Then it’s my birthday that I need to address. Since it’s the 1 of January I normally celebrate it on New Year's Eve. That means that I have a celebration at Mom and Dads house and the last years we have ended up on the nearest pub late at night. But I’m turning 21 and I feel the need to do a little extra this year, and all of my friends are older than me so it shouldn’t be a problem going clubbing or do something else. But how am I supposed to organize it and what place should I pick for my celebration. And to be honest the contact I’ve with my so-called college friends has been cut down to a minimum after we stopped having classes together. It’s limited how much you can talk about pleasantries and nothingness. The fear of being rejected as a freak had made me close down because it seemed like they lived such perfect lives, perfect political opinions, came from normal families and backgrounds. But inviting them on a neutral ground for my birthday could maybe make us become better friends.

For the last days I had actually used some time and opened up to Aurora and Christy and it were amazing to have other girls to talk to and share small stuff with. Peter and his closest friend are incredible, no point in denying that, but they were all older boys and had a bad tendency to be “baby-sitting” me. I didn’t know how much I had missed girl-talk after Cecile had moved away. Something had happened to my self-esteem after Saturday and I felt altered in a good way. 

At work Mrs. Gray was constantly nagging me about the Winter-Ball, the biggest charity event in the year. As normal its held in January and I’m doing the fun work of sending out invitations to our biggest clients. Mark my sarcasm putting invitations in light blue envelopes. This was work that should have been done weeks ago. So the clients that lived faraway I had to e-mail about the ball and scan their invitations. Peter and I had to attend; it was no way around it. At these events I really envied the male population. When Mrs. Gray was not bringing it up, my mom wanted to discuss which dress I might wear. I really did not see anything wrong with the one I wore last time, but according to my mom that was out of the question. 

Aurora a me where rooming the stores, she had taken it upon her to help me find my dress for the Winter-ball. She was going too because her dad was some hotshot in the music industry. 

“What do you think of this one Sasha?” She questioned me for the millionth time today, “I don’t like the color, its green,” I huff out and feel fatigue because of all the stores we have roomed for hours and nothing, nada to show for. If I liked a dress Aurora thought it was to simple and she was of course right to my dismay, if she liked a dress on me I felt foreign and awkward.