Fond Of This Bond

10. The Dining Whining

The moment I got to know about the dinner 'plans', I tried not to blink my eyes, but eventually, I had to.

I had heard of days flying away in the blink of an eye, but I didn't want to experience it this weekend.

My fears came to life when I opened my eyes, and yes, I had entered the most awaited Sunday of my life, not literally awaited though.

Saturday simply came and left.
Oh! It must be having some dinner plans for this Sunday as well.

Usually, I wake up around ten on a Sunday. But for today it was seven.

Maybe because I was too excited for the day.

Maybe because I was too worried about it.

I was still under the covers, eyes shut and thoughts running from one nerve of my mind to the other, hoping to get some more sleep.

Why is this happening to me? I don't want to have this dinner. How am I supposed to eat with them, with him, in his house?

Dad, what have you got me into?
This is too much for me to take. That person is nothing but an eye witness of many of my embarrassing acts. I don't want to add up more fun to his watch list.

He is just... argh.
I don't know. I don't want to know.
And I don't even care.

But Hannah! How can YOU be worried about this stupid dinner thing?

It's you, the Hannah Cooper.
Get back to your senses, now.

Yeah, that's right. I guess I am just overthinking. It'll be smooth, I guess. Just try and look at the positives, if there are any.

Positives? Anything positive?
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.
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Yes! The food.
I'll go for the meal. That's good. I would keep eating and let Dad and George do the talking. Easy!

I picked up my phone and checked the time again.

07:51 a.m.

I should get my sleep back. I should have another two hours of sleep. The Roaches' might not be willing to welcome a human sloth for dinner.

*****

"Hannah, how much more time will you take now? We had to be there by seven. Hurry up." Dad called out from the hall.

"Coming," I replied. It took me a lot of time, more than what I had expected and what I usually take, to decide what to wear for the great feast. After a prolonged debate with the Hannah in the mirror, I finally settled for a white fur sweater and a pair of blue jeans. Already the feast was going to be pretty awkward, at least I should have comfortable clothes on to not build on to tonight's sufferings.

Dad and George were ready by six. It's just me who is not yet satisfied with the way I look.

Every time I try to do something with my hair, I end up leaving them free. Thankfully they looked pretty nourished and well-conditioned. I just brushed them the hundredth time and left the room.

It was nearly 06:20 p.m.

We got seated in the car and drove off. Dad had bought a big bouquet and champagne to be taken to our 'diners' early this evening. So now we were going straight to him... ahem... to his house I mean.

*****

It was a smooth forty-minute drive that landed us at our destination at exactly seven. The entire area screamed money and money.