Chapter Eight

“I still think this is a bad idea.” Derrick voices out. We were walking back to the lounge when a lady burst in from the front door.

She gave me a perplexed look before her eyes darted to the individual behind me.

“Derrick.” She blurted but it sounded more like a question.

“Hey mother. You back.” He said as if just realizing it. He walked over and stood between his mother and I. Not as if to completely block me from view, but to be able to introduce us.

“Mother, this is Hermione. Hermione, my mother. Mrs Johnathan.” Derrick mentioned.

I was internally hoping she would not ask me about Mabel because it already seemed that everyone I came across knew who I was and could see the resemblance.

“Hermione, welcome.” Cheerfully, she offered her hand out to me and I smiled, taking it.

“Thank you, Mrs. Johnathan.”

“Derrick hardly brings friends over, talk less of girlfriends-”

“Mom!” Derrick’s eyes were wide open in shock and my cheeks instantly roasted. “Hermione and I are just friends.”