37.Low Class Company

Dariana

I knew that the bliss would not last very long, but I’d be damned if I didn’t revel in every second of it. I miss it now the most while I sit here and receive a migraine inducing lecture from my parents.

I was ambushed by my parents in my own office; my own secretary too powerless to stop it when they stormed in here like they owned the place.

“All we are trying to say is that it would have been nice if you had warned us that this would be happening.” My dad says from the couch in the corner.

“I don’t think that that’s what she’s saying.” I reply to him while pinching the bridge of my nose in annoyance. “It’s not like I had foreknowledge about this article anyway.”

“You know that’s not what I mean.” He admonishes.

“I told you about that boy– I told you about a lot of things but you thought you were too smart for me; that you knew better. We’ll look where your youthful wisdom has gotten you now. On the front page of some cheap tabloid!” My mother continues to rant