The Downfall Of Grace Griffin

3.

Grace's P.O.V

I hung the phone up, a large smile on my face.

"What is it?" Dean asked me, not sure how to take in my facial expression.

"Oh my!" I squealed at him! I grabbed his hands and jumped up and down. "I've been requested to come back for another meeting!" I squealed.

Dean grinned at my happiness as he jumped with me. "That's great, Gee, but where?"

I playfully smacked his forehead. "Roman Empire!"

Dean frowned. "Really?" He asked in bewilderment.

"Yes!" I yelled out. I had a meeting in two hours. Daddy must not know of yesterday, because he never said anything to me.

I couldn't even tell my mother, she left an hour ago.

I kept jumping from one foot to the other. I was so excited! "When?" Dean asked me as I collapsed on the couch.

"In two hours." I panted out. Then my eyes widened. "In two hours! I've got to get ready, have a shower, pick an outfit!"

I jumped off the couch and raced to my room. "Come on Dean!" I grinned as I ran up the stairs.

"I'm coming!" He called out. "I'll meet you up there."

I stripped off as soon as I closed my bathroom door and gave myself a quick scrub before drying myself.

I wrapped a gown around me as I went to the adjoining closet. I flipped through some clothes before pulling down a black skirt and blouse and got dressed.

I opened the closet doors that joined to my room. Dean was there, playing with my stereo as I buttoned up my cuff on my sleeve.

"I'm so excited!" I grinned wide eyed at him as I sat at my dresser. I applied my make up and sprayed my perfume before going through my jewellery box.

"What a surprise!" I giggled. "I seriously thought I blew it yesterday."

Dean groaned. "Did you lose your temper?"

I looked at him through the mirror reflection and held my hand up. "A little." I grimaced as I placed my thumb and forefinger together.

"That temper is going to get you in trouble one day." Dean warned me.

"I always thought it would be my looks." I laughed and teased.

I pulled my hair into a low ponytail and tweaked it into a large messy bun.

"There." I smiled to myself.

"Oh la la, Gee, looking good."

I beamed at him. "Come. Let's take a selfie!" I grinned as I got my phone.

"Don't post it till after you leave that building! You don't know what the outcome will be." Dean warned me.

I looked at him weirdly.

"I'm just saying, you might not have a job, you might, but you might not." Dean saw my face drop.

I sighed. He was right. Dean always pulled me back to earth. He was such a pessimist, but Dean was my anchor.

"I guess I'm ready. I should go." I told myself. "Are you right here?" I asked Dean as I put my phone in to a matching purse.

"Nah, I'm gonna go meet Sofie."

"Aw."

Dean threw me a look. I put my hands up defensively. "I'm teasing." A giggle left my lips as we walked back down stairs.