43- The Dress Up

For some odd reason, I knew that there would be drama. I knew my father would not just accept a random dinner that was offered that same night. Unless the people came marching into the house with the food. He was too much of a person that wanted to keep to himself.

“What drama?” I asked as I closed her bedroom door.

“We really should get ready for this thing or your father will snap our heads off.” she laughed after she noticed my excitement.

“Just tell me quickly and then I will go and get dressed.” I pressed.

“No, got get changed first and then we will talk. I am home for a few more nights so we will still get to chat,” she said.

I had no choice other than to going off to my room to get ready. I looked through my closet, hunting for what to wear, realising that I had not done my laundry in a while, so there was either a bunch of clothes that smelt like sweat or had stains on them.

But eventually, I was able to find a pair of black jeans and a plain white T-shirt.

I quickly hu