His Colossal Mistake #justwriteit

Chapter 6 Frivolous Friends

"When we are no longer able to change a situation, we are challenged to change ourselves."-Viktor Frankl

Kalila is a lost cause. She is better off as the painting in our dining room than physically attending the party. No doubt she would cause a stir in the upper town's elite.

I release an annoyed huff and trudge to the refreshments. Once I quench my thirst, I collect enough courage to presumptuously offer the beast-Sevastyan-wine.

Honestly, my courage takes me as far as inclining my head to the drink and eyeing the monster before scurrying off.

My daring ways put the devil to shame. Note the sarcasm.

"Oh, dear Adriana. Is that you, doll?"

Speak of the devil.

"Hello Penelope!" I adopt a plastic smile and turn to give my mother's foe air kisses, a sign of true posh arrogance.

"I heard the news, and just could not believe such a scandal! To put you," her voice drips with distain, "in charge of such a vital experiment." She glances at the beast-Sevastyan- and scrunches her face.

The sight is repulsive. The woman's ugly attitude oozes into her appearance.

"Thank you for the concern," I say with a contradicting tone. "However, I would appreciate that you stick with your gossip and leave mine to me. This burden is much too high for such impertinence, anyway," I smile nonchalantly. I then laugh loudly as if she said the most charming line and turn away, effectively ending our conversation.

"Oh yes, Penelope!" I call back out. "Do not even look at that monster, it can see right through your bull; and let's come to terms with the obvious, it's still in training."

I saunter to a lovely group and mingle. I played it safe with my subtle threat. No one would believe Penelope if she were to call me out on it, and that is a guarantee. I have after all, been the perfect daughter for so long.

"Adriana, darling. Such a pleasure to see your young face around this home again," a friend of my father greets me.
"And what a pleasure it is to see you again, sir," I smile genuinely.

"Adriana," a women steps around the man, "you will be attending the picnic tomorrow, correct?"

"Of course," I chuckle at the obvious answer. She was more demanding that I go than assuring. My father and mother have a way of befriending the despotic side of society.

I spot the monster-Sevastyan- in the corner of the room. Many whispers surround him and I feel a twinge of guilt for the overly snobbish judgment.

After checking in with my parents, I chat my way to the beast's location.

Sevastyan remains unapproachable in the corner, and I set down my glass of water to address the group closest to him.

"Are you enjoying the party?" I ask sweetly. The small group nod enthusiastically as they kiss up to the general's daughter-who happens to be me.

"I am so glad," I beam. "I have to attend other matters, but I hope you have a spectacular night. I am leaving now," I stress and glance at the monster-Sevastyan- and promptly strut away.

I lean against the side of the house as I wait for Sevastyan to exit. A few minutes pass and I focus on suppressing my anxiety.
Finally, his jean clad legs enter my vision and my eyes drag up to his.

It is a "him." Sevastyan. This little revelation is going to take some serious therapy.

I look up at the dark-haired, burly man and shake my head before returning home.