Age is Just a Number!

Age is Just a Number- Chapter 3

------•••••THE NEXT MORNING••••-------

My eyes flickered and adjusted to the Saturday morning sun. I yawned and lifted my legs from my bed, shuffling my hand through my head in tiredness. Yesterday, was hard especially the lunch. I felt myself extremely intrigued by Sean...even though I knew absouloutely nothing about him.

He looked a bit young, so why was he working at a top notch money business?

His accent was not familiar, was he not from around here?

These questions lingered through my head but then I mentally pushed them aside, reminding myself that meeting him was a one time thing. So, wondering about him would help nothing. Best to just get on with my life. I smiled silently at my decision, being content with it, and emerged out of my bed, walking to my french doors and desended downstairs.

Walking downstairs I was instantly welcomed by the fresh arouoma of coffee, fruit, and French toast. Yum, I suddenly felt my stomach grumble.

I sat my bussom on a wooden bar chair and said good morning to my mom and dad.

"Morning, sweetheart. How'd you sleep?" my mother's comforting voice rung in my ears.

"Alright, I guess. However, I'm completely starved!" I joked.

"Well, precious, eat some of this. Made it just for you" my father spoke pushing a plate full of French toast, and fruit.

I glanced at the plate, and remembered that about a year ago I would not have even considered eating breakfast. I had battled anorexia and self starvation a year back. It got serious when my 5'4" body got too 100 pounds, and I made a serious desicion to get healthy again with much of my parents' help.

I subsided my memories and dug my fork into my plate, stuffing my face till' I felt energized and full.

When my father saw that I was done with my plate, he decided to speak and tell me something.

"Carli, you remember that man Sean you met yesterday?"

My heart had a surprising leap at the mention of his name and I was caught offguard. I forced a curious nod.

"Well, Sean and I were invited to a business party dear and he made it clear that he wanted me to come with him to this party.

"Okay?" I murmered questiongly.

"So, I am going, but I was planning on inviting your mother, but she herself has a work function. You know how I hate to go to these things alone. So I was wondering if you would come with me Carles..." My dad batted his eyes hopefully.

Ugh, really? After, I just swore I would never have to see him again? After I just swore to never question myself about him? This just had to happen didn't it?

I glanced at my father's hopefull eyes and I let it.

"Sure, dad. I'll go." I said perfunctorily.

My dad smiled, which was his way of silently thanking me.

"Thanks, doll. The party starts at four in the evening, so please e ready by 3:15."

I nodded in understandment, and drifted up to my bedroom to collect my confused feelings and thoughts.

What was I gonna do? I mean, I didn't know this man but he made my heart skip, his rugged cacajun and Italian looks left me breathless, and I found myself wanting to know him personally.

So much for forgetting him!

It was settled then, I would have to get him to notice me. I was just a fifteen year old. Sure, I agree I am nothing special, however, I can try. My mission was just to get to know him, and maybe flirt with him, just a little! I would need to start cracking though, beauty takes a while.

I took a shower, washing my hair and bathing my body in a lemon body wash that smelled lush.

I blow dryer my hair, and straight ironed it completely flat.

I put on some makeup, and highlighted my voluminous eyelashes.

I grabbed a pair of dark skinny jeans, which I hardly ever wear skinny jeans, and a flowey top. My eyes glanced at the finished project in my full length mirroer, and had to admit, I was impressed.

I then ran downstairs at a quarter after three and called to my father letting him know I was ready.

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The drive to the party was silent, only the faded sound of jazz music play from the stereo and I uncomfortably figgeted with my pant leg as my dad constanly checked his phone for work emails. Workaholic much? I loved him though, so I ignored his non existent notice of me being in the car.

When we arrived to the house, I was not wowed. The house was an ugly brown brick color, and had black wooden doors. The landscaping was poorly put together, and the driveway was packed with cars. This is what you can afford while working at an office.

My father and I walked towards the black wooden doors in unison and rang the doorbell. We were greeted by a nice woman my father's age and brought to the house living room.

My father made small chit chat with fellow work members, stoppig occasionally to introduce me as his daughter. I smiled fake smiles and spoke boring conversations with business men.

Then he walked into the room. I gasped inside my head when I saw him, Sean wore some khaki shorts with a gripping white T-shirt that hugged his toned body. His hair was air dried and let alone, messy but still hot. Eye yi yi. Then I felt my heart drop when I saw that his hand was intertwined with another's. I glanced towards the figured, finding a young woman to be te culprit. I gulped and realized I had interest dangerous territory!

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