Chapter 22
The Next Day.
"How was last night?" Your mother asks, waltzing into your room and opening the curtains. "Stacey said there was a crazy bartender who knocked some guy out for no reason."
"There was a smart bartender who switched my drink with this other guy's drink because he tried to drug me." You correct her, squinting your eyes as a bright light illuminates your room.
"How would that knock him out?" Your mother asks, sitting at the foot of your bed.
"Because it was a date rape drug." You tell her as you roll over and close your eyes.
"Hm. Really? Cause Stacey said-"
"Stacey's a lying bitch."
"Hey! Do not use that word!"
"Kay. Sorry."
"Anyway, get dressed. We're leaving for some afternoon tea in an hour."
"What time is it?"
"Around one o'clock. I let you sleep in. Anyway, get dressed." She stands up and walks down towards the door. "Now!"
You groan and attempt to climb out of bed.
"So, I'm a lying bitch?" Stacey asks from your doorway as you sit up and lean against the headboard.
"Yup." You say bluntly.
"Well then. A bit rude, don't you think?"
"Not as rude as having sex with my fiancé." You mutter.
"What?"
"What?"
"How did you know about that?"
"Know about what?"
"What you just said."
"What did I just say?"
Stacey eyes you up suspiciously. "You should go get dressed like your mother told you to..." She tells you before walking away.
You throw your blanket off of you before getting out of bed and walking into the closet.
You pull on a yellow/lilac knee length dress and match it up with a pair of white/black pumps/heels.
You listen to some fall out boy/twenty one pilots as you begin to brush your hair.
"What is that ungodly racket?" You hear Darren ask from outside the room. "Y/N, turn that off!"
"Sorry, what? I can't hear you over the 'ungodly racket'!" You laugh.
"Turn it down!"
"I don't talk to people through a door!"
"For fucks sake." Darren mutters before swinging the door open. "Turn that damn music down."
"It's not even loud." You tell him as you begin to get started on your makeup.
"Well, you can hear it in the hall... Kind of... If you listen closely."
"Oh no!" You gasp sarcastically.
"I'm just helping you." Darren holds up his hands.
"How?"
"Well, wouldn't your parents be pissed if they heard you listening to that music?"
"And wouldn't you love to watch that argument unfold?"
"True... Keep it on then..." Darren says in a rather unsure and awkward tone.
"Why don't you want me to get in trouble again?" You ask.
"W-Psht-That's a total lie. I do want you to get in trouble again."
"Really?"
"Totally."
"Because your tone says otherwise."
"Shut up!" Darren let's out a frustrated groan and stomps away.
"Hm." You shrug it off before continuing with your makeup, which takes quite a while due to the masses of various products that everyone insists that you must wear.
By the time your finished, it's time to leave.
"I'm so excited. We haven't had a mother daughter afternoon tea day in ages! I can not wait to fill you in on all the latest gossip!" Your mother expresses excitedly as the two of you climb out of the limo towards the usual restaurant that the two of you used to visit all of the time.
"Yup... Can't wait." You say with a hint of sarcasm in your voice.
"Do you know any gossip as well, or are you just prepared to listen to mine?" Your mother asks as she swings open the door of the restaurant.
Before you can answer, your mother speeds off away to the waitress whom is seating everyone.
"Beatrice! Oh it's been too long!" She and the waitress kiss each other on the cheek. "How are you?"
"I'm doing great... I've just moved onto husband number seven!"
Oh, now you remember who that is.
Beatrice used to be one of your mother's good friends, but the two of them haven't talked in quite some time. She was always rather notorious for getting married, and getting divorced.
"Let's hope this one's a keeper then!" Your mother smiles as she crosses her fingers.
"Well, seventh times a charm." Beatrice laughs. "Anyway, why have you guys been away for so long?"
"Well, with all the wedding planning and stuff, we haven't had that much time for mother daughter afternoon tea." Your mother explains.
"Wedding planning? I presume it's Y/N that's the bride?"
"Yup." Your mother grabs your hand and shows off the engagement ring to Beatrice.
"Who's the lucky guy then?" Beatrice asks.
"It's Darren Winters. Remember, Carol's youngest." Your mother answers for you.
"Oooh, that's a score right there N/N." Beatrice winks. The entire sentence causes you to internally gag. "Anyway, would you like to sit at your usual table then?"
"Of course we would."
Beatrice then leads you down to the two person table at the back center of the room, which is the one that you and your mother have always sat in.
"Would you guys like the usual drinks?" Beatrice asks.
"Actually, can I get-" you attempt to ask for something else.
The usual cup of tea sounds so boring to you at the moment.
"Yes, just the usual." Your mother interrupts you.
"Okay then." Beatrice smiles and walks off, presumably to get your drinks.
"Don't ask for anything other than the usual. Either it'll take ages, taste bad or you'll have to talk to Beatrice for even longer." Your mother says as soon as Beatrice is out of ear shot. "Ugh. I can not stand that woman."
"Okay then..." You reach out to grab a cupcake from the tray that's always set up in the middle of the table, but your mother slaps your hand away. "Ow!"
"No fatty food before the wedding! You've already started to gain weight, anymore and we'll need to get you a new dress!" Your mother scolds.
"But I'm hungry." You complain.
"No! Do you want to be fat like that Evelyn Saunders woman?"
"Isabella's mother? She's not fat."
Just in case you forgot, Isabella was the only rich person you ever got along with, but your family hates her family due to homophobia.
"Well she sure ain't thin. Oh, and speak of the devil... Look who just walked in." Your mother nods her head to the door in which Isabella and her mother Evelyn have just walked through. "Ugh. Weirdos. Why would that woman even be okay with her son marrying another man?"
"Because she loves her son unconditionally."
"It's disgusting."
"No it's not."
"Yes it is."
"I don't think that's okay for you to say, mother. Especially in public as I know for a fact that there are plenty of people who are okay with it. They've been congratulating Evelyn on her son's marriage ever since they walked in. People being gay isn't a problem."
"Yes it is, Y/N. Don't you understand? Homosexuals a disgusting!"
Your mother seems to say that last part too loud, as the room is suddenly rendered silent. Each and every eye turns to you and your mother.
So, now along with your happiness, your mother's reputation is completely ruined.
Sorry for bad filler chapters. I feel like such a bitch. I didn't even read over this. Sorry.