Wolfsbane

31. We go to a party

Friday came faster than I expected, meaning that I was thrown into preparations for a party that I wasn't keen on going to. Luca had informed net that it was the 50th birthday of Joe, the Alpha we had met all that time ago at the gala.

Andrea was in the middle of straightening my hair, she had volunteered to do it despite my protests. I hadn't had my hair straightened since I was thirteen. I'd screwed up so bad that I didn't bother to do it again.

Andrea had brought me into her room, forcing me into a chair. She'd pinned up my hair and had vegan working through it with the straightening iron.

I'd been sitting doing nothing for almost an hour. I knew that I had incredibly thick hair, but I didn't imagine it taking this long. Every single time Andrea grasped a handful of my hair, it took a few minutes for her to straighten it. She was constantly going over it, critiquing her work. I had identified quickly that she was a perfectionist, from the moment I met her. Her own bob was pin straight.

She pulled out a few curly strands from above my ear. Looping her fingers around them. She pressed the iron onto them, I could feel the heat radiating onto my skin.

"How much longer will this take?" I said, I was growing impatient and I knew we were running out of time. I needed to be ready in about an hour and a half.

"Stop complaining" Andrea said "You sound like my brother"

"Tell me about it" I muttered "He's awfully good at that"

I could see Andrea raise her brows in the mirror in front of me. She gripped another section of hair.

"How are the two of you faring" Andrea began "Whenever I ask him he changes the subject"

"We're fine." I said, I truly believed it. "Sure when we first met, he was arrogant and demanding, he also once referred to me as "his bitch" which was incredibly demeaning....let's just say we got off to a bad start"

That was true. I was sure that he thought I was an idiot the first time we met. However, it became clear that we were both dumbasses. Therefore he didn't have a moral high ground anymore.

"It's just..." I began "I don't want to overstep, but I've heard about his-your father. Luca defends him so...so intensely"

Andrea nodded as she ran the iron through my hair. Tossing down what she had finished.

"Sometimes I find myself defending his actions as well" Andrea said "I know what he did was inexcusable however, it's hard to ignore the fact that he was our father. I don't want to have any affection for the man, and is much easier for me to see him in a negative light"

"I understand" I said "but...I just... I don't know"

"They're so much alike, in all of their positive aspects." Andrea said "Sometimes I can see the rage of my father in Luca's eyes. I know that he doesn't want to be like our father."

I shifted uncomfortably, I felt bad for nagging him about it. On the other hand, I didn't care.

"It's just worrying" I said, I stared at my hands sheepishly. I felt like I'd heard too much.

"Done" Andre said. She placed the hot iron down on the table, removing the plug from the wall socket.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my eyes widening at what I saw. I looked far more mature. My hair was slightly longer as well, it fell halfway down my back in a ginger waterfall. Instinctively, I tried to touch it.

Andrea swatted my hands away, "Stop! You'll screw it up"

I gripped one hand with the other. I didn't think that Andrea would enjoy watching me screwing up all of her hard work.