Daughter of a Gun ➟ Reece Bibby ✔

chapter thirteen

〘𝙵𝚁𝙴𝚈𝙰'𝚂 𝙿𝙾𝚅〙

Two days after those terrible events went down I got a letter from my boss. It said "Congratulations on successfully fulfilling your task. As a payment you will receive 20.000 £ and an invitation to my birthday dinner. See you at my main mansion on the 29th of April, 19:00. P.S.: As a member of the inner circle you are allowed to bring a second guest with you." I was never invited to any important events before and this was surprising. First things first I went downstairs and let Blake know. We had about a week to get ready. I had to buy a new dress and he needed a suit. Blake was just as excited as I was so we headed to town to look for some clothes for the dinner.
"So, you're driving today." said Blake sarcastically. Ever since I drove both me and Reece into a wall I was scared to climb into the driver's seat again. "It's about time, don't you think? I've had my license for two months now, I should start making use of it." I said unlocking the car. Considering all that happened in the past couple of weeks I didn't have time to look out for a car so we only used Blake's car.
After a short couple of minutes we got to the mall. Shopping with him was nice because his dressing style was just incredible. I swear by black jeans and leather jackets while he has an entire wardrobe of button ups. Honestly this guys spends more money on clothes than on his own person.
We walked together into the first shop, to look for a dress for me. I'm not used to this kind of stuff but thankfully I had my dear cousin with me to help me out.
"Look, this colour would fit you amazingly." he said while flinging around a deep green fitted dress. "Oh, that's such a beautiful dress! Great job, dumbfuck." I said laughing. "Hey, no need to be mean, okay? You better get your bitch ass here and try this on." he shouted at me from across the shop. If we were good at something that was surely embarrassing ourselves. I took the dress from his hand and rushed to the dressing room. I quickly put it on and stared at myself in the mirror. The dress was lining my curves perfectly and I felt amazing in it. It was like it was made especially for me. "Damn, girl, you look amazing in it. Obviously because I chose it." he said cockily. "Yeah of course you did." I said rolling my eyes. "Reece's going to be dead when he'll see you." he said. "And why so exactly?" I said somewhat confused. "You really are blind, aren't you? It's so fucking obvious that he likes you." said Blake. "This is not the right time for jokes, Bitchardson." I said refusing to believe that Reece could ever like me.