Most girls would be jealous of Calliope Draycott. She seemingly has it all. The friends, the money, the boyfriend, and in a few years, if all goes to plan, she'll have the job too. So why doesn't she feel happy? It's after a disastrous family dinner...
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So much for things being good again with Isaac. Things being good again lasted for about a week, and I don't know how much more of this hot and cold routine I can take. He's been 'busy' since the night of the gala, and I thought we had a wonderful night, especially when we got back to his.
That's all going to change tonight though.
But I can count the number of times I've seen him in the two weeks since on one hand. I've seen Theo more, which is almost impossible to believe because of his insane schedule. I've taken to helping him close up the shop on the nights he doesn't have to rush off to his other job. He still hasn't told me what it is, he always dodges the subject.
I'm getting to know him well enough that I think he thinks that I'll judge him for whatever it is, at the very least, he seems to be embarrassed by it, which I find mildly offensive because I would've thought he would know me well enough to know that I don't care what he does, I care about him.
It's strange how close we've gotten in such a short space of time, but he's one of my best friends now. He's been in my life for not even a month, but I don't know how I managed before him.
He's the one that calms me down when I'm getting annoyed with Isaac for cancelling plans because he has to stay late at work, again, and talks me down from saying something I can't take back.
I can't say for sure that if it wasn't for Theo, Isaac and I would still be together. He's there with the metaphorical glue to put my relationship back together when any cracks start showing signs of breaking us. He's managed to talk me out of starting god knows how many arguments.
If my relationship with Isaac is a vase, Theo is the one that glues it back together when it's close to being shattered into a million pieces.
But Isaac has promised me, that this weekend, I get forty-eight uninterrupted hours with him. He's even told me I can hide his laptop so he can't work. But if he's wanting to work then I'm doing something wrong.
Cece and Arden come crashing into my room and fall onto my bed in a dramatic flop. 'Packing for your romantic weekend away?' Cece teases in a sing-song voice.
I roll my eyes, but the affectionate smile on my face tells her that I don't mean anything by it. 'I'm just spending the weekend at his,' I say as I move to put some lingerie in my bag.
'Pack the black set instead,' Arden says before I can put it in my bag. 'It's nicer. No offence.'
I hold up the set I was planning on packing, and tilt my head to the side as I look at them. I nod my head. 'You're right,' I say, nodding my head, and I pack that pair instead. 'So what have you both got planned for this weekend?'
Cece rolls over so that she's lying on her back and staring up at my ceiling. 'Going back home, see Dad and the horses, you know.'
She doesn't look that thrilled about it, for her it's just a trip home, but when her home is an old English stately home, with even more land, in a small town that looks like it was taken straight out of an old postcard, untouched by time, I could understand the excited look on Arden's face. But that also might have something to do with her memories of the garden at Cece's house.
