Moving Objects

Chapter 12

The door creaked open and I lifted my head, which was more difficult than I thought it would be, and saw Mom walk in. I mustered a smile as she sat down, sliding two glasses towards Lissa and me. I looked at the green glasses and sniffed mine, gagging instantly.

"What is that?"

"The best hangover cure you'll find. Now drink it before your father comes in, he's still with the feeders."

The word feeders made both Lissa and I groan and I reached for the cup, eyeballing it before chugging it down. It was thick and chunky but I powered it back, setting the glass down on the table with a small thud. I looked over at Lissa who was grimacing but drank the whole thing down.

"What was in that?" Lissa asked, whipping her mouth with her napkin.

Mom chuckled and sat down across from us with a smirk on her face. "Kale, Pineapple, Coconut Water, Bananas, Lemon Juice, Chia seeds, and a little bit of protein powder."

I grimaced and made a face while looking at the glass. "Alright, lay it on me."

Mom raised her brow at me as she crossed her arms over her chest, leaning back into her chair. "Rosemarie, I was a teenager once. In all honesty, I expected you to be worse off than the Princess. I remember the parties we threw on our last night as students. I can't expect you to not follow that right of passage."

I was stunned. Mom seemed like the kind of person who would have laid down the law about drinking, but I was surprised that she didn't.

"How did you get back to your room? I came to get you earlier but you weren't there. You were drunker than I was last night," Lissa pipped up.

I looked from Lissa to Mom and then back to Lissa, trying to formulate how exactly I got back to my room without saying that I didn't get back to my room.

"Uhh."

Mom raised her brows, giving me an indulgent look that made my stomach churn and Lissa looked at me with confusion.

"There are, my girls," Dad exclaimed as he walked in and sat down next to Mom. Saved by the bell! I sighed quietly in relief as Dad swept all of my late-night whereabouts and started a loud conversation about prom. I nodded along and gave the appropriate responses but I really wasn't feeling the conversation yet. I needed food and possibly a pot of coffee to get through the morning.

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Lissa squealed as she pulled the black garment bags out of the closet. I shook my head as I laid back on the bed and groaned. The next three hours were going to be long as she did her magic on my hair.

"I am so excited for tonight! It's going to be so much fun!" Lissa exclaimed and she hung the bags on the back of the doors, unzipping the bags and pulling them out. I chuckled and rolled my head to the size only to shoot up. That was my dress! But not the dress that I purchased!

"Uh, Lissa? What is that?!" I exclaimed launching off the bed and coming to a standstill beside her. There in the black garment back was the beaded dress that I had fallen in love with at the mall. I shook my head in confusion.

"Please tell me that you didn't buy my dress," I said pointing at it, but Lissa smiled and shook her head.

"No, I didn't buy the dress."

"Dimitri didn't, did he?"

Lissa laughed, "No. Your father did."

I furrowed my brows and tried to figure out exactly how he did that. He didn't come with us. Lissa wrapped her arms around my shoulder and rested her head against mine.