The Gala

Preperation

He stood infront of the mirror staring at his reflection. His messy hair clashed with his well pressed shirt and dress pants. He looked like a mess.
'Maybe if I don't go, I can save myself the embarrassment'
He was suddenly ripped from his thoughts when he was pulled down by his hair.
"AAHHG, GAMMIE OW FUCK THAT HURTS"
"Wyatt you watch your language. Now sit still and let me tame this main of yours"
He huffed and sat. As she brushed he glued his eyes to the floor, thinking.
'Maybe if I call in sick or pretend to have over slept or just go in unnoticed and leave early so I can still be there and not have to say anything'
Tugging at the back of his head caught his attention. Gammie had finished pulling his hair into a ponytail.
"There all done" she moved forward stepping infront of him she smiled.
"You look just like your mama"
He chuckled dryly. He had always been told he looked like his mother. No one had any idea how much he wanted to meet the woman behind his looks.
"Wheres that coat" he looked up to see his grandmother digging around in a bag she pulled out of the hallway. She pulled out a large brown jacket with a black lining inside. It was his dad's coat.
"Oh Gammie no I can't" she shook her head and handed him the jacket.
"Nonsense, he would want you to where it" he took it and smiled.
"Thanks Gammie" she grinned and waddled out of the bathroom. He followed her down the stairs, jumping down the two bottom steps he pulled on the jacket.
"Now sweetie remember to smile and NOT choke on your words"
He flashed her a wondering look.
"What do you mean"
She giggled slightly.
"Why, Tamara phoned me"
Wyatt felt himself flop down on the couch. Sighing he ran a hand through his hair, the light breeze coming from the ceiling fan above him stinging his sweating scalp.
"She told you didn't she" the elderly woman padded past him into the kitchen humming quietly to herself.
"She said nothing about that, I could tell from a mile away. She just told me about your assignment that's all" he opened his mouth to speak when the doorbell rang.