Chasing Fallen

Chapter 24

"You know, from where I come from, shutting the door on someone's face is considered rude."

I groaned.

"Just go back to where you came from then."

The one person I stayed home avoiding, came to my house instead.

What are the odds?

I swung open the door and shot him a glare. I asked through gritted teeth, "What are you doing here?"

"Why, innit your family invited me over. It would have been utterly rude had I not turned up," he pressed a hand on his chest in mock disbelief, infusing a very passable British accent into his speech.

He can jest?

"We both agreed you weren't coming over!" I whisper-yelled at him. I'd also forgotten to tell my parents that he wasn't supposed to come anymore too.

Hence the dinner.

Oh gosh, I'm an idiot!

"Trust me when I say I wasn't planning on coming until what happened yesterday," he said as he brushed past me.

Easy walked into the house like he owned the place and headed to the lounge and sat on the couch.

I gave him my best glare and felt disappointed that he didn't shiver at the sheer intensity of it.

"What does this have anything to do with yesterday. It was a mist-" He cut me off by raising up a hand.

If I thought my glare was bad, then I had certainly underestimated his. "Don't finish that statement."

I was about to tell him to get over himself when mom came down the stairs wearing a black scoop collar cocktail dress. Trust my mother to make a big deal over a dinner with a rich kid.

"Thank you, Camille darling for entertaining our guest. You can go freshen up." She told me as she eyed my flour coated delicious self.

Anything to get away from him, sure!

I passed a glance at Easy. He was smiling sweetly at my mother now as she turned her attention to him. When I walked past her, she subtly gripped my arm and whispered that I had to wear the dress I wore to my Nonno's charity event.

Much like her dress, I felt like it was too extravagant.

I was about to argue that it was wrinkled as an excuse but she beat me to it. "It's on your bed. Don't worry, I ironed it."

I fought the urge to roll my eyes because I didn't want to start another world war.

I obediently made my way to my room and did as I was told.

When I was done cleaning up and dressing, I retouched my concealer to my lace wig.

I remember wearing this dress to my granddad's event just so I could irritate him. He was just at pretentious as my mother. The dress was a slim fit and showed off my curves in a not so subtle way that hinted at seduction. That's why I'd worn it. It wasn't appropriate for the event.

I wouldn't be caught dead wearing such a thing.

At least, not anymore because that night had changed things for me.