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The next morning, I didn't speak to my mother at all, and I was glad that she didn't speak to me either. I fumbled with my clothes and centuries later, I finally picked out a decent outfit. I pulled myself into some jeans and a navy shortsleeved crop top to match it. The top showed the slightest bit of my cleavage and I knew my mother wouldn't be happy about it but it's not like I'll actually change out of it if she tells me to. My hair was styled in a high ponytail and I didn't bother to apply anything further from mascara. I was thinking about whether or not to get my phone but I decided against it.
I was downstairs, and it was only me here. I tapped my feet nervously on the doorstep. My nails were dug inside my palms and I can feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead. I'm having cold feet about going to that dinner. A few moments passed and I found Cara walking down, my mother following her. She rested her hand on the wall to support her balance as she walked down. Cara wore an elegant lace dress that hugged her body tightly and my mother wore a black silk dress. Their outfits compared to mine made me question myself if I should wear something else. I decided against it, anyway. It's not like I want to impress anybody tonight.
"Are you sure this is what you'll be wearing tonight?" She asks and I can't help but feel like she's mocking me. Cara was expressionless as she studied my outfit.
"Yeah, why not." I shrugged. She paused for a second. She parted her lips to speak again but nothing came out. "Nothing." She muttered and shook her head lightly. I'm glad she didn't have anything else to say or else I would've totally changed my mind about going to that dinner.
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We finally reached the mansion. A huge fountain displayed in front of the house and numerous guards swarmed around it. The walls from outside were delicately covered in splashes of cremes and whites. A maid opened the double doors for us and before we entered, my mother stopped and she looked behind her shoulder. Her lips curled into a wide toothy smile, motioning for me to do the same.
"Be nice." She mouthed.
Unwillingly, I forced a tight smile on and she gave my hand a light squeeze of approval. When she turned around, I went back to being expressionless with a slight frown visible on my face.
Ademar approached us with open arms and my mother was immediately enveloped between his arms. He planted a kiss on her head.
He had a grand entrance with two staircases opposite of each other. Various paintings were hung all along the walls and I couldn't decide which was the best one. I can tell just by the modern decor of the house and the paintings that Ademar is someone who appreciates art.
He waved at Cara and I. Cara had a gleamy smile on and she walked further. I followed them into the living room and I was surprised by how spacious it was. This was my first time coming to Ademar's house. His house was nothing like ours. In fact, this room is probably two times bigger than my bedroom.
"Where's Ace, honey?" My mother asks. I instantly looked away. I'm already regretting this.
"Oh don't mind him, he's just kinda late, but he'll be here soon. He's excited to meet you, Lydia." Ademar says. My mother and Cara have seen him once before but I doubt for a second that his son is even interested in seeing us. Shouldn't he be interested in seeing his own father? My stomach twisted into a knot, I wanted to say many things to Ademar, but I only managed to get one thing out...
"Sure he is." I mumbled, fixing my gaze on my feet.
"What was that, sweetheart?" Ademar says and leans closer. I can't tell if he's pretending or if he didn't actually hear me.
"Don't call me that." I warn. I can feel Cara shifting uncomfortably next to me and my mother's grip tightened around Ademar. She whispered something in his ear that made him smile but I couldn't make out what she said.
"Mr Rodriguez?" The maid calls out for Ademar. "Your son is here." She says. I pressed my foot on the other nervously. Oh no.
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