His Sunflower

1. Too Long for a Party

" Honey, come on! Nova, you too! I told you, this one is really important and you two girls are going to blow that up for me!" Preston Curtis shouted from down the stairs. He was certainly agitated by the amount of time his wife and daughter took to get ready for a party. He ran his hand through his blond hairs and tightened his cuff.

" Dad, mom will take five more minutes. Sh-shes's just finish up." A sweet voice rang and Preston turned his attention from his tuxedo to his daughter standing at the steps of stairs, looking certainly alluring yet innocent. A navy blue dress, nothing too fancy but surely more than presentable, thrown on her small form her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders to her waist. Her green eyes hidden behind frail glasses she wore.

" Your mother's five minutes may make our thirty years, give or take." Preston joked and his daughter chuckled.

" I wonder Nova, how have you not turned up to be like either of us. Missy are you even a Curtis?" He added and looked at his daughter.

" Oh no dad, I am so Curtis, that I'm allergic to strawberries and I eat spaghetti and meatballs with ketchup." She said and her dad nodded and shrugged, as if accepting her point.

" Hey El guess who got a new perfume?" Her mom, Amara Curtis climbed down the stairs with elegance of a lady. Her voice chirpy and songlike. She looked like a goddess even when she was in her forties and wore a royal blue gown and her dark hair tied in a bun.

" Wow! Dad, you spoil her more than me!" She faked her anger, while holding a good laugh and looked at her Dad.

" Oh Amara, you look wonderful, let's go." Preston said and they proceeded to the garage.

The event they were proceeding to was a charity being hosted by Preston Curtis' old friend Carell Zache. The event was taking place at the grand hotel of Claire De Lune, one of the best hotels in the town of Qrentens. The banquet hall was fashioned in the luxurious shades of purple and golden, like the royalty the Zache's were, this was expected from them.

" Look at this bitch, shows up after being missing for a whole fucking year!" A shrill voice shouted grabbing a lot of attention from the people by the bar. Adnes Ray, the former best friend of her exclaimed upon seeing her after a year of no call, no messages or any kind of note.

" Andy! Keep it down girl! Oh my god, you can't drink that, you are not le-" 

" Legal my as-" Adnes slurred.

" Keep the fucking drink down Adnes Ray or you may expect a call from Mr Wilson." She hissed at her. 

Her last year at Ranthom's High had been hilarious, filled with pranks and all the good fun stuff. Mr Wilson being a large part of it. Looks can be so deceiving, the two were practically the definition for it. The brand ambassador for sassiness, Miss Adnes Figent Ray, had pranked Mr Wilson the good old, well no, scratch that, he was a pervert after all, no one could believe that he had cheated on his wife, with a student, Meredith Blake, the not-so-good girl of the school. Adnes had stalked him for weeks! No wonder, had she put that effort into physics or maths, wonders would have happened!

Andy pulled her best friend into a hug and she was reluctant as Andy reeked of alcohol. 

'A one too many drinks.' She thought. Never had been she, to an actual house party which apparently was all booze and beer pong and snogging and uh, losing certain things. 

" When did you came back hoe?" Andy rubbed her temples as she asked her and started laughing like a maniac. 

" Unintelligent question, how about have you seen my mom so she can take drunk self to my home?" She replied, a bit of a sass herself.