21. His Anger

DAHLIA

The next day, the weather was as gloomy and as dark as I felt inside. Even when I pulled on my mint organza blouse that outlined my ivory bra I wore beneath it slightly, and paired it with an ivory pencil skirt in an attempt to lighten my mood, nothing helped. I had my hair plaited over my shoulder in a loose braid, with a few strands framing my face. I put on subtle makeup with a pop of pink lipstick. I paused, was I only trying to cheer myself up or was there more?

Last night I couldn’t sleep. Thoughts of Dane swam in my head. The way he had obviously tried to cheer me up by joining me, I mean, why else did he sit down and eat with me? Then I went on to wonder how come he was helping out at the dinner. Was it his family’s? Or was he helping a friend? Perhaps I should check his file. Not to mention Elizabeth’s intimate behaviour towards him, despite her being so sweet towards me, I still felt a little uncomfortable.

I had now dropped Aria