𝑁𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑡 𝑀𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑇𝑜 𝐵𝑒 |𝐹𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑒

Friday Dinner, P5.

HAPPY NEW YEAR AND SCREW 2020!

Remember how I told you at the very start of the book how Millie and her family would be having a dinner reunion? Well that already happened and THAT was a total disaster...

Friday Dinner Reunion.
Emiliee struggled to zip up the dress on Millie as she helped her to get dressed.

"Aïe! That was my hair you nearly zipped up," Millie said feeling her hair up do.
"Millie your hair is perfectly fine. There!" She finally pulled enough on the zip and sighed in exhaustion.
"Are you done, mère?" Millie felt the zip and finally turned around. She was wearing a beautiful long satin golden dress that reached the floor and she was sparkling in beautiful silver jewellery.
"Oh, Millie! Tu es belle!" A wide smile grew on Emiliee's face and her eyes prickled with tears.
"Mère, don't cry. It's just a stupid dress, that's all." But Millie couldn't help smiling herself when she saw herself in the mirror. She loved her ruby red lipstick.
"Wait, I need to get the piece for your up do bonbon! I'll be back, it's in my room."
"Mère, It's fine! I already have enough necklaces and bracelets...and rings, I don't need it." But Millie's mom had practically ran out the room before she could finish. She impatiently sat at the vanity, trying to fix her hair when she heard a knock at the door.
"Whaaaat?!" She screamed at the door and then a familiar face with freckles came in.
"Delighted your glad to..have me." He gazed at Millie with a charming look. "Your highness— Millie, you look...beautiful. Truly, you'll stand out of all the guests tonight." She shyly looked down and turned red.
"Thank you, Finn." She smiled. "But of course I don't need anyone else telling me that, because I already know! —know I look beautiful. But why did you invite yourself in, exactly?"
"Because you sounded happy to and that...I just wanted to say yesterday was fun. And, I hoped maybe we could...do it again some other time." His smile said everything with hope and Millie could barely resist smiling herself.
"Well, I suppose I do need to have a few more mixtapes for my own reasonings. And I do suppose I need more help with the party and everything and you've been of...great assistance. I guess. So yeah, at...whatever time, I'll be there." She smugly said without making eye contact.
"Tonight? After hours, since I have a late shift."
"Sure— Now there should be a bucket of laundry on the washing machine working thing. Yeah so you'd just need to sort the colours." For a moment Finn was confused before he saw Millie was looking at her mother stood behind him.
"Of course, your highness! Feel free to return to your duties," He quickly passed Millie's mom and you could hear a race of footsteps going along the stairs.
"Allez, Millie. The guests are waiting and you need to see your siblings again!" Millie groaned as her mom grabbed her hand and they sped down the steps.

Over a couple dozen people were there, dressed in elegant dresses and fancy gowns. They all looked snobby and rich yet they smiled when seeing the Queen and the princess coming down the steps. Piano played in the background as they entered the biggest dinning room. A dozen tables were there and not even half of them were filled up even though all the guests were seated. Millie and her mother made their way to a table filled with familiar faces. Her father, sister and brother were all seated. Even her sisters husband, Richard.
"Bonjour reine de France, Mademoiselle brown-" Millie's sister, (Adeline if you forgot because I did), quickly put a hand on her husbands arm, trying to pull him back down.
"That will do enough, Richard. That will do enough." Emiliee gave a judging look and Millie sputtered out a laugh at him as they sat down.
"It's nice to have you all to join us at this dinner and it's nice seeing familiar faces," Robert announced to the table. "Nathan, Adeline and Richard." He said and smiled individually to each of them.
"It's nice to see you again Pa." Nathan, (Millie's brother) smiled.
"So what's university like, Nathan? Do you meet new people?" Millie said excitedly.
"Well yeah, course I do and it's awesome," Their parents frowned at him, "But of course, it's always for educational purposes."
"Haven't you made new friends there? What about a girl, have you met one yet?" Their parents chuckled thinking she was making a joke.
"Um. Not- not yet I think. Even so, mère and papa would be the first to know." Nathan finished and took a huge gulp of his water.
"Adeline, it's so good that you and Richard have been married and now starting your own family!" Emiliee said, smiling at the both of them.
"I'm so glad you let me marry your wonderful daughter." Then they helped hands tightly and looked at each other so sweetly and in love. Millie practically gagged.
"Hey there, sis! One day you'll fall in love and get married too," Adeline smiled brightly.
"But it'll just be another boring old lawyer or a fancy stuck up royal snob. No offence Richard but I would like it to be my choice. Was it your choice Adeline?" She kept silent and didn't look at her but instead took a glass of water. "Is it a boy or girl?" Millie asked to break the silence.
"We can't tell with all these guests around but, if it's a boy we'll name it George. It's a girl, we name it Emilia."
"We?" Millie paused. "I thought...I thought, you'd like to name your child Roseline or Tulip if it was a girl. And Mandel or Joanna if it was a boy. This wasn't your choice." Millie scoffed. "How sad that you can't even name your own child as a royal. And you'd think you'd have more power over things."
"Millie," Her father said sternly. "It's not your child. You don't have to care. It has nothing to do with you and we have chosen the names. We think they're perfectly fine."
"George." Millie shook her head in disappointment.
"Millie," Richard cut off. "I've heard so much about you from your sister. I think it's a pleasure to meet." He smiled.
"You've made quite the impression," She said with a large grin on her face. "So tell me, how is it like being a lawyer?"
"It's quite demanding but I'm always up for the challenge. There's actual a politic vote where they're trying to find a new head of Law enforcement France, have you heard of Vandquil? Most people are voting for him, how about you?"
"Miel, we don't talk about politics. We talked about this remember?" Adeline shook her head and Richard awkwardly smiled.

Moments later, servants came to put food around the tables for guests. But when their food was put on the table, they all said Merci except for Richard, he turned two face quite quickly and didn't even look the servant in the eye. It was roasted lamb with sauce and rice with vegetables.
"They've seen to have done something with my cooking. It's my recipe." Millie's mother said.
"Mère, I think it looks amazing." Nathan said before cutting into his lamb and his face lit up with joy.
"Yeah mère, great!" While Millie cut her lamb to pieces she slyly put some of it on her brothers plate and he happily accepted, as Millie wasn't a big fan on lamb. Everyone else seemed to be enjoying they're dinner but Richard wasn't. He started shouting for a servant and Millie just looked ashamed and embarrassed that this was her brother in law. A boy servant started walking quickly to the table and that's when Millie realised, the young servant boy was Finn.

She immediately gave him a look, signalling not to come over but he gave her a reassuring look nodding his head and giving her a thumbs up.
"Is something wrong with the food?" Robert asked confused. Finn stood next to Richard, waiting for his request.
"Bonjour monsieur, how can I assist you?" He said with politeness but instead Robert looked at him with disgust and said in a poorly mannered tone,
"My lamb is pink! Cant you cooks do a single thing round this house?" He scowled the boy yet he done nothing wrong.
"Sir, the lamb is medium rare, are you asking for it to be cooked more?"
"Yes— actually! Did you go to school, you're so slow at catching up. Hurry along the lamb is still moving!"
"Oh shut up you retarded old bastard! Stop acting so stuck up and snobby!" The dinning fell silent and everyone looked their way.
"Millie! Sit down and apologise now. We do not speak to guests that way," her father bellowed loudly.
"No! Nobody invited him here so why is he acting like that? And you're the stupid one Richard, he's not a cook, he serves to bastards like you!" She said close up to his face. "What makes you think you can talk to them that way? For goodness sake, you don't live here and it's not like you know a thing or two about cooking yourself! Lamb is supposed to be cooked like that you idiot! So don't boss people around thinking you can do whatever you want cause at the end of the day, your just like him, except you have another job. So I shouldn't be apologising, or he should be apologising, you should!"
"Millie, sit down! We don't tolerate this type of behaviour towards anybody! It's simply unacceptable!" Her father said once again but she ignored him. Then she looked at Finn and said,
"You're dismissed from the table, continue to your other duties." Then she glared back at Richard.
"What on earth— this servant boy is going to take my food back to the kitchen and get it cooked. Do you understand me boy?" He was about to take the plate when Millie said,
"No! You don't take orders from him, you take it from me! You work for me remember? You don't work for him."
"Boy, please take the plate up to the kitchen, don't listen to what she says." Her father said rather calmly. "Millie, stop!"
Just about when Finn was about to take the plate, Millie grabbed it and smashed it onto the floor. People gasped and turned heads when a hand gripped Millie's arm so hardly, it hurt and bruised. She was then dragged out the kitchen in a rage by her father.

"You have embarrassed the whole family tonight, not to mention just us, but poor Richard and your siblings!" He screamed so loudly, guests from downstairs heard him.
"Papa, he was being rude though, you have to admit!" Richard stopped walking and looked at Millie. His face was red with anger.
"Of course I know he was being absurd, you think I didn't know that?" He said angrily before pulling Millie along.
"So then why didn't you stop him? You told me that no servant should be treated that way just because of their class and now your punishing me for doing the right thing?"
"Millie, insulting someone isn't the right thing to do! You handle it properly and you handled the situation very poorly!"
"You can talk, you didn't even do anything! You're just a hypocrite! You are a lying piece of—" but before she could finish, she was backhanded by her father. A long hard painful slap. But Millie was used to it now.
"FINISH THE SENTENCE I DARE YOU!" He screamed into her face, pulling her in by her shoulders. Then he threw her into her room. "Hand. Hand out now."
"What—"
"Now! Before I make it some place else." His eyes were bulging out of his head and his eyebrows furrowed. She held out her while he removed his belt and whipped it onto her hand at least fourteen times. Then he gave several more to her arms and legs. She was covered in stinging red lashes across her body and she wanted to cry but she didn't, not even when he left the room.