Frauds

Chapter 10

"While loverboys over there are napping, how does dinner sound to you?" Ismail suggested to Aniyah as she looked over at Flynn who was lying on the floor, his head balancing on the bed Damon was asleep on.

It was spectacular how even though the two of them hardly knew each other, they were getting along so well. Two days ago, she could have never thought that Flynn, the awkward boy who swam and never spoke would be the one to bust their asses out of the La Morte quarters.

Thinking about his offer, she decided there wasn't going to be much harm in going to dinner with an old friend. It was time they really spoke about what was going on.

"Ok sure, I need to ask you some things anyways."

"Ah ah ah," Ismail interrupted, wiggling his fingers in front of her "We're not talking business at this dinner. This is just between us as friends. The other two should be there when we talk about our next move."

"Ugh, what's the point, I want to get this over as quickly as I can so I can go back to school."

"I'm afraid to let you know that this won't be over nearly as quick as you want it but if it makes you feel any better, with all of our spare time we can get you some online courses."

She shook her head. Online courses were useless anyways, she wanted the hands on experience.

"Mhmm, that's not happening. Let me freshen up and I'll be ready to go. Any dress code?"

A sly smile made way onto his face. "Why Aniyah, you'll look dashing whatever you wear. Just look elegant."

She smiled back at him before going to get showered and ready.

Pacing around her room, she looked through all the dresses that were already in her closet.

Of course he'd already have all the options picked out for me.

There were loads of dresses of many cuts and material, the colours on each one more lush than the last but the one that really caught her eye was the deep green velvet dress that hung on the last hangar. It's material was soft to the touch and she could already tell that it was going to look beautiful against her olive skin.

She took it out with a pair of clean underwear and jumped into the shower connected to her room.

Pulling on her clothes and twirling in the mirror, she appreciated everything she saw. Cinching at her waist and flowing to a few centimeters above her knee, she was the definition of elegant. She let out her hair and walked over to the table which already had all the product for her hair.

Smiling at Ismail's clear hospitality, she scooped someone of the coconut leave in conditioner and slathered it into her hair, making sure to soak it all in. It would take a while to dry but by the time it would be dinner, her curls would look beautiful and crisp.

"He's not going to be able to keep his eyes off me." she beamed as she carried on twirling in front of the mirror but then clasped her hand over her mouth quickly. "Jesus, did I really just say that?"

It wasn't the first thing on her mind, trying to impress Ismail but the extra few years really did do him well. The fact that she looked so good aswell was just a bonus, right?

Pulling a comb down her hair and then leaving it be, she took a quick look at the clock that read 6.15. She had about 5 minutes till she needed to be upstairs again.

It was a short walk up the stairs but her breath caught in her throat as she saw Ismail. Suddenly, she understood why all the girls were head over heels with the faceless model but what really stuck to her was the admiration in his eyes. He was watching her like she was precious and that was look she longed to see in someone's eyes for so so long.