Chapter 7

Lana

Thursday. Two days before my party and already the house was in chaos with the preparations. One thing I can say about my family is that they like to do things properly... as in massive and elaborate.

"You only turn eighteen once." my mother chimed whenever I complained about the amount of effort that was being pumped into the event.

I couldn't say anything in response - to do so would just crush my mother to shards. Instead I put my head down and did as I was told, decorating odd areas of the house with candles and drapes which made the house look as if it had been launched from the scenes of the Great Gatsby. I suppose that's a good thing seeing that Gatsby was the theme of the party, the one thing I did choose in the event. Usually I would be over the moon with my party being so close... but one thing, or rather one person put a damper on the whole thing – Rhett Douglas.

He had acted smug ever since he had rescued me from the clutches of my flat tyre and had held it over me