Disguise

Chapter 5

"Yeah?" I called to whoever was behind the door.

"Oh hello, sir. I'm sorry to interrupt, but you have been called down for dinner." A petite girl who looked about 20, said without meeting my eyes.

"Oh ok. Got it. Thanks." I said, nodding for her to leave.

"Of course," She murmured as she shut the door behind her.

"Hey. I got to go down to dinner but I’ll call you later." I told Ashton.

"Kay. See ya!" Ashton hung up the phone.

I threw my phone on my bed and started to head downstairs. Their house or castle- whatever you want to call it- was just about as overly decorated as mine, if not worse in places. They definitely had more servants running around. There must have been at least 20 running through the hallways at a time.

I really wasn’t looking forward to this supper and I would have just ditched but I really didn’t want to seem that horrible in front of Arabella. Hopefully, this dinner wouldn’t be anything like the conversation we had while we were in their parlor. I didn’t think I could sit through another conversation of different shades of pinks and purples and whether to have lignin or silk table cloths.

"Oh hello, Demtri," Cordelia, Arrabella's mom, smiled at me as she looked at me up and down, obviously checking me out.

I shifted from foot to foot a little uncomfortable that she was checking me out when she was old enough to be my mother.

"Hello," I smiled politely and tried not to show how uncomfortable I was.

I turned to Arabella to see her in a dress that definitely covered more than her other one. This one had only one sleeve that went all the way down to her wrist while the other arm was bare, and although she was still wearing a partly strapless dress, you could see a lot less cleavage than her other dress. Also, this one was about three or four inches longer but still showed off her awesome legs.

"See something you like?" She snapped at me.

I smirked and ran my eyes slowly over her body, stopping when I got to her face where she was looking and me with one eyebrow raised.

"Yep," I smirked larger.

Arabella just breathed out sharply and turned on her heels. She went to sit down on one of the chairs and I went to sit next to her. She refused to look at me and I laughed quietly to myself.

"It is so good that you two get along so well." My mother said, thinking that we were flirting, not arguing.

"Yeah," I said a little uncomfortable.

"So I take it that you and Arabella are getting along?" My father asked as the chefs brought out the first course which looked like shrimp, a bunch different bread, and stuff that looked like cheese.