The Models Mystery

05 Trying It

Rose POV:

When I woke up the next morning the thoughts of last night came rushing in.

Anthony wanting to take me out, and then kissing my forehead.

That bastard.

As much as I'd love to be over dramatic and call him out, I'm way to tired. And hungry. Really hungry.

I decide to shower first before going downstairs looking like hell.

After my shower I pull on a grey hoodie with shorts  and put my wet hair into a braid, deciding it's good enough I head downstairs for some waffles.

The second I hit the bottom step I'm in love with the smell.

Waffles baby.

I mutter a quick "fuck yeah" under my breath before grabbing a plate and getting some.

I sat down after getting what I wanted and Mrs Smith greeted me, her skin glowing and perfectly white teeth.

She really is flawless.

No wonder where Anthony gets it from.

Shut up.

"So Rose, today you and my son have a date, it wasn't really the planned one we were saving it for next week, but Anthony insisted he'd take you out today."

I feel a blush creep onto my cheeks but then push the thoughts away.

"Sounds great. Thank you Mrs Smith."

"Oh please, call me Alexandra, and Anthony will be coming home shortly." She sighs before grabbing her glass.

"Oh." I nod at her before taking a bite of my waffle.

"No one really knows where he goes anymore, hopefully with you around he can get his shit together." She laughs, "excuse my language."

I laugh it off, "believe me no worries about the language part. But Anthony will eventually come around, but it won't be for me, he loves you guys." I give her a small smile and she returned it.

"I'm so glad you say that Rose, we really are thankful to have you." She smiles at me, before bidding her goodbye and exiting the room, leaving me by myself.

"Damn these are some bomb ass waffles." I mutter before grabbing another.

"Thank you, I made them." A voice comes from behind me, almost making me drop my waffles.

"Fuck, not the waffles." I place my plate on the counter before turning too see who spoke.

Anthony standing in the doorway, grey sweatpants around his waist, shirtless, holding a water bottle.

I'm having a hard time focusing on his eyes when all I see is the wonderful six pack right in front of me.

"Well you did a great job." I manage the courage to look back at the waffles and compliment him on the excellent job.

He smiles, his perfect teeth showing. "You know, only for you." And winks at me before turning to head out of the kitchen.

"Oh, and wear something fancy tonight." He flips back,  before heading towards the stairs.

I dropped the waffle I was going to put on my plate , back onto the plate it came on and decided to sit and think about my life choices.

I sigh and take another bite of the waffle before thinking about what to wear.

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Around 6pm that day Mrs Smith came up to my room, and told me to start getting ready because Anthony would be coming soon.