Blood and Dresses [Book 4]

Chapter 2

(A/N)
The top picture is the closest I can find to how I imagine Dalton and the cover of the book is Rosaline

*Rosaline*

"Daddy..." I start off, walking into his office. "What do you want now?" He asks wearily, looking over my frame. "Well..." I say, now standing in front of his desk. As I go to sit in one of the chairs I smooth out my skirt, still being in my school uniform. "I know this guy,"

"No." He suddenly says before I can finish. "Please listen." I beg. He groans, throwing his head back in a mini fit "Your mother said you're grounded, you cannot go out." My ears perk up at the words 'go out.' "Actually, he wants to come here and have dinner. He asked me out and when I said I was grounded he asked to have dinner with us here."

His blue eyes narrow down at me as he thinks it over. "What is it's name?" His voice is laced with venom. "His name is Dalton." I say with just as much venom. His eyes study me as if he's checking to see if I'm lying. "Fine. Let him come over." He finally gives in. A grin spreads across my face as I stand. "Can I use the phone to call him?"

"Yeah, it's your job to tell Mina though." He snickers as I walk towards the door. I nod and walk towards the kitchen where mom is making dinner. "Momma," I greet her by kissing her cheek and pulling out Dalton's number. "What's that?" She asks curiously while stirring the soup.

"Dalton's number. Dad said he can come over for dinner and he wanted me to tell you." Mom picks up the paper, studying the neat hand writing. "Fine, dear." She finally agrees, setting down the paper in front of me. I walk over to the kitchen phone, quickly dialing his number, and waiting for him to answer.

After hearing his voice come through the phone I explain to him what dad said and he replied that he'd be over at five thirty. When we hang up I turn back to mom. "He'll be over at five thirty." She nods and continues to Make dinner. "It's four, yeah?" She questions, not looking at me.

I look to the watch that dad makes me wear, easily reading it. "Yes, momma." She nods, whispering something to herself so she won't forget it. "Momma?" I ask, sitting at the island once again. She turns to me with a soft smile and answers with a hum. "Please don't dress up and please don't do anything extra like you guys usually do. I want this to be casual."

"Okay, darling." She answers, swiftly walking by me and pressing quick a kiss to my temple. "I'm going to speak with your father, why don't you go dress yourself in something nice? Every time he's seen you is in your uniform," She playfully jokes. "Yes ma'am." I answer, picking up the paper, and walking to my room.

I pick out a simple white sundress that has lace on it, taking out some black heels, and doing light make up. I place a small rose necklace on, forgetting to put it on for my grandmomma, Rosaline, this morning who passed away from an illness many years ago when Dad was just around my age. I decide on curling my dark brown hair to add to the final image.

After I'm finished, I take a serious look over myself to make sure I don't look like a tramp, ugly, fat, or like I'm desperate. I hear the doorbell ring so I dash down the stairs to see my father, a creepy ex-gangster man, in black jeans, a black shirt, a leather jacket, with his hair perfect, looking like he's easily twenty, answering the door for Dalton.

Fuck. My. Life.

"I got it, dad." I say, pushing him away but unfortunately to his strong build he doesn't move at all. "I'm Dominic," he greets, holding out his hand, not bothering to let Dalton in. Fuckkkk. "Dalton Warner, sir. Pleasure to meet you." Dally answers back, shaking my dad's hand. I notice that my dad freezes for a split second at his name but smiles.