Dominant//Submissive

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 𝟷𝟹: ᴘʀᴏᴍɪsᴇ

'Calling 'Dad♡'.'

"Hey, dad," I spoke into the phone.

"Hey, sweetie. What are you doing?" He answered.

"Nothing much, what about you? Have you eaten yet?"

"Yes, I have. You don't need to worry about me, Iris." He chuckled.

"Oh, but I do. Can't stop me." I laughed. "And I wanted to mention that I asked some friends to come with me to your dinner. Hope you don't mind, I should've asked first. Sorry."

"Oh no, it's fine!" My dad reassured me.

"I was going to call you about the dinner though." He added. "Hm? What about it?" I asked.

"It's no longer a dinner, it's more of a party now."

"A party? Like with the fancy suits and dresses?"

"Yep. Your mother went all out." Yet she couldn't remember when your actual birthday was.

"So I assume that it's no longer a few friends that are going to be there," I said. "Yeah. Karla invited quite a lot of people. Does it bother you, sweetie? He asked.

"No, no! It's fine. Plus it's not my birthday, it's yours. Does it bother you though?"

"Well, I would've preferred a small gathering, but Karla is so excited about this party. She's also super excited to see you again!"

"Oh really? Yea, same here." I lied.

"Great! I can't wait for you guys to see each other again."

"Yea. It's been a long time." And I was perfectly fine with that.

"You sure you want to continue with the party?" I asked. You shouldn't have it just because she wants it.

"Yea, it'll be fine."

"Okay... Oh! Dad!" I suddenly got an idea.

"Yes?"

"We should go to the cafe we used to go to all the time. On your actual birthday."

"That'd be great!"

"Okay then, that's a promise." I smiled.

"Indeed it is."

"I'll see you at the party then."

"Okay, sweetie. I love you." My dad said.

"I love you, dad."

And with that, I hung up. As soon as I did so, Mia barged into the room. "Iris! We need to go dress shopping!" She exclaimed. "I'm good." I stated and held out the 'okay' sign.

"This is for your dad's party, you're really not going to put any effort into this?" She asked. Shit, she got me there. Ughhhh...

"Okay, okay. But can't we just call the stylist? Do we have to go out?" I hated going out, and why look for a reason to when we could just have the stylist come over with a selection of dresses.

"Going out gives us a wider selection. We can have the stylist come over to do our hair tomorrow. But today, IT'S SHOPPING SHOPPING!" She smiled from ear to ear.

"Fine, gosh Mia." I reciprocated her smile, I couldn't turn her down when I saw how excited she was.

"Yay! Come on, get ready!" She shouted in excitement.

'A few minutes later...'

Mia and I were on our way out the door when the guys asked where we were going.