Paint Me Red

8. The Ball

ELLARIA'S POV:

"My being Ebenezer's mother is no child's bloody concern." I spat slapping my hand down on the oak desk.

The principal flinched and readjusted her glasses on her nose.

"I am terribly sorry once again, Mrs-Ms.Ambrose. It shall never happen again I will see to it personally." she apologised.

Without any further exchange of words, I left her office and made my way to the parking lot.

This is the first and the last time I have come here for something as pathetic as this. I honestly have no idea how young single mothers deal with such issues.

I have always seen people taking more interest in what others do rather than focusing on themselves and their very own acts.

For example, when you go to a restaurant you are always looking at what the person on the table next to you has ordered and if by any misfortune, it looks more delicious than the food on your plate, you will not appreciate nor enjoy your meal.
Focus on what you got. You are different than all the seven point five three billion waking on this planet.

I sigh and park my car outside the restaurant, L'Italia.

I greet the manager, Mr. Matthews, and make my way inside the office.

Even though I got my degree in business, I also did a side course of interior design during summer and by the looks of it, it is just about to come in handy.

I call a short staff meeting to let them know about the change in interior of the restaurant.

Everyone shares their opinions and suggestions some of which were downright ridiculous like who the fuck wants an animal themed restaurant?

I am not against animals or anything, just the restaurant is better off without a head of deer perforating through the wall.

And we definitely do not want Amazonian theme.

We mutually agreed on changing the ceiling to full glass and the floor was to be glass too but with water underneath it and the new wall color was blue.

Can't help my obsession with glass.

"How about we put fishes in the water?" Mark, the assistant chef, chimed excitedly.

I sighed and shook my head.

"You really love animals, don't you?" I asked.

He nodded sheepishly.

"Alright. We shall do that. I need a team Mr. Matthews, arrange me one." I said and dismissed them all.

When I reached home that night, there were a bunch of important mails I answered before checking up on Ebenezer who was sound asleep.

I was in the living room when the butler, John, came rushing inside.
"Madam, this was delivered here today for you." he informed handing me a white colored envelope.

I nodded at him and he left. I turned it around to find INVITATION written in gold, cursive writing.

I frowned and tore it open to find an invite to the ball that my... father is hosting.

Seriously?

I already have twenty two excuses to not attend.

As I threw it on the counter, a white paper slipped out if it peaking my interest.

I unfolded it and found my mother's writing spread across the page in blue ink.

Oh, so she personally forced me to come.