Love to Hate You

Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Stupid stuff happens when you drink alcohol. Fact!

“Finally home Lizzie. I was getting worried about you. The clock is 6 p.m. What was so amazing in the woods today? Anyway, Silly. Get in the shower. Get dressed. Tonight we are going to dine at a restaurant. My treat! So dress nice! It is a fancy place.” 

The shampoo is dripping into my eyes. What happened today? Like, did I kiss Mr. Darcy or did I imagine everything? That would be one hell of a crazy dream. I stood in the shower contemplating if I should tell Lottie about the kiss. It felt like a dream. I don't know how to tell her about that kiss. Mr. Darcy touched me, then grind into me with his big... part. No, it is best to never think about that man again. He and I are made of different materials. We don’t belong. This dream was a mistake. Big mistake. Better to forget. 

“Lottie! I have nothing fancy to wear. I am not a fancy dresser.” 

She does not believe me, “Let me have a look in your closet. Hm.. not this.. Not this… Here. This. This is nice”. It was Jane's favorite blue dress. I kept it in my closet to remember her. Not to use it myself. 

“It is Jane's dress. I can not use it.” I have the suitcase with the dresses Jane made for me, but it doesn't feel right yet to use her designs. My holy suitcase. Charlotte is in the thinking box. She get that crazy look, where she stares at me and it look's like she is trying to figure out the problem of the universe. When she thinks about something it's almost like I can see her brain go, tick, tick, tick. PLING!

“Here put this on. I think it will fit you. Too short for me.” She pulls out a glittering stoned sheer blue dress. Belonging to the dress is a corset body under-thing. I can not wear this. I look like a naked blue nymph! I am showing too much leg and too much breast, “Charlotte. This is a scandalous look. I can not wear this.” Dior is written on the straps. 

“Stop Lizzie! You look amazing. Like a real woman. Please use a little more makeup than you normally do. I love your natural face, but today we will be very fancy. I will put one this other Dior dress. It is my birthday today. Tada! Do I look good?” 

“Lottie, you look smashing. Your birthday? I am sorry! I did not know. Why did you not tell me? I have no gift.” Her birthday. How could I not remember that fact. What a poor excuse of a friend I am.

“Don't think about it. Stop moping. Make me a gift later this week. Okay? Today we are going to Ladida! Fancy Asian fusion food and drinks. I have made you a fake ID. Me being 18 and you 17 did not match today. Here take it. Come on! Makeup. Dinner starts in an hour.” Fake ID, I have never broken the law before. “I can see what you are thinking Lizzie. Nobody will care. We rich people live a happy life. If the police try to double check your ID, I will just pay them. Okay?” Looks like this will be my first lawbreaking adventure.

We take a Uber to the restaurant. The restaurant is about 10 minutes drive away. 

Ladida is a really fancy place. Fake flowers in the ceiling. Color lights are glowing everywhere and moving. It feels like a mystery garden. Waitresses and waiters are wearing Asian uniforms in dark silk material.  Live DJ. Plush velour chairs and sofas. The restaurant is intimate. Only seating for about 50 people. “Wow this is amazing Charlotte! I have never seen anything like this before.” Charlotte looks really happy and beautiful. She had a long purple silk dress on, with the same DIOR straps as me. The security didn't even check my ID. Just let me in. Maybe I look older with this dress and makeup on? Charlotte insisted that I also borrowed her Mini Hermes bag in Blue. She is crazy. “Miss. Lucas this will be your table for the evening. My name is Chloe and I will be your waitress for the evening. If you have any desires please tell me.” 

“Thank you Chloe. We will start with a bottle of Krug Champagne.The waitress nods, "of course". Leaves to bring us the champagne. Charlotte is really spending money tonight. I cam see the price-tag on the champagne, 350 pounds.  350 pounds could buy us a week vacation in a 3 star hotel. 

“Charlotte, I have never tasted champagne before. The price is to much. I can never pay you back. I have tasted some beer and wine, but never really drank before. Do you think I will be drunk from this? Is champagne very strong?”

“Relax Lizzie. I will take care of you. Everybody deserves to be a little tipsy. To be honest I really need this. My mother congratulated me by sending money to my bank account. She wrote in the message line. Happy Birthday. That's it? My own freaking mother. I do everything she asks of me and she can't pick up the phone and congratulate me personally? Other mothers would come down for a surprise visit on their only child's 18th birthday. Not my mother!” True, My death mother Fanny would probably arrange a big surprise party to embarrassed me. Princess theme. All my sisters would dress in their fines dress and hug and kiss me. I would probably have loved it. We would all dance and sing. Jane would probably stay up and talk to me all night. Talk about our future. We would wish to the morning star 'the special' birthday wish. The waitress is coming back with a big bottle. POPP! A glass is placed in my hand, “Happy f*****g birthday to me Lizzie. Happy me!” And we drink.

“Congratulation Lottie. You are amazi...” The main door opens and Mr. Bingley, Miss. Bingley and Mr. Darcy is walking inside. The DJ stops playing the music. Everything turns quiet. I think I turned a little red in the checks.

"The Darcy has entered, with the Bingley siblings. They say he owns all of Derbyshire. He is worth 10 billion pounds. Technology stock and Bitcoin trading.  One of the riches person in England. Old money. New money. He has it all," other people whispers.

They walk down towards us. Miss. Bingley has arranged her hair on the top of her head, little ringlets falling down her face. She has a really expensive looking red dress on and some jewelry going with it. She is pretty, I give her that. Mr. Bingley has a dark green silk suit on and a gold watch. Mr. Darcy is dressed in a black slim fit suit with a platinum watch. I try to look down. Maybe they will not see us. I down my glass. Chloe is really observant and gives me a new full glass. 

“Look who's here. This place has started permitting social climbers in. The restaurant must be in an economic crisis. Darcy, I thought you said you kept this place exclusive.” Something in his eyes tells me that what happened today was not a dream. 

“I have money Caroline. My mother has a lot of it. This being my 18th birthday, she gave me an exclusive gift.” Charlotte defend us. Caroline looks shocked. 

“I did not know this was your birthday, Miss. Lucas. You should come and sit with us. 18 is a really special birthday. Williams birthday is next Friday. I told Lizzie you two should come.” Charles smiles at Lottie. Ups, I forgot to tell Charlotte, but I did not think she would go anyway. I was thinking we could do something else. It looks like Charlotte really wants to go. Guess I have to meet Darcy again.

"Nice, we will come!" Charlotte hugs my body to her side. I try to smile for her sake. 

”Really Charles?” Caroline complains. 

Charles arrange for us to sit at their table. Darcy obviously owns this place, so everything is possible for him and his friends. Lucky me, I sit on William Darcy’s left side. Charles is on his right. Charlotte sits in the sofa with him. Caroline sits at the other end of the table like a queen, facing Darcy sitting like a King. I feel like the 5th wheel, or like the royal mistress or something. I definitely don't belong. I drink down another glass of the Krug champagne. Chloe is teamed with Melody and Jasmine to wait on us. She gives me another glass. It's like she understand that I need the alcohol to survive. The buzz inside me is probably from nerves. 

“We are not in Magaluf Eliza! You don’t drink Krug like you are having some cheap Tequila!” I drink down the glass to show Caroline that I don’t care. Smile at her. Try me. 

Darcy starts touching my thigh. I look at him and try to remove his hand. He won't let go.