Today is the Homecomjng Ball and guess what? I agreed to being Tredon’s date. Just only for the ball. He’s happy though.
Since it’s still 10 in the morning, I will have to wait for the time. And my parents is at home, so I’m going to spend my time with them.
I can smell mom’s cookies as I head to the kitchen.
“Mmmm, delicious. Is it ready?” I asked my mom upon entering. Only to see there’s nothing on the table but dusts of flour. The cookies are still on the oven.
“10 minutes more,” she replied while washing the dishes.
There’s a smile on my mother’s face when she faced me after finishing the dishes. She walked to the table with a cloth in her hands and wiped it. I grabbed the kettle to heat some water for my coffee.
“Today’s the ball isn’t it?” she asked. I was surprised she knew about it. They were not mostly around so I wasn’t able to inform them. Shrugging it off, I continue talking to her.
“Yes,” I shortly replied and took a sit on the chair while I wait for the water to boil.
“Aren’t you supposed to prepare?” she asked.
“Nah, I’m just gonna put on a dress and I’m fine. Besides, I’m starving,”
“No no no no. That won’t happen! It’s time you learn appreciating make ups! I’m gonna apply a light make up.” She protested.
“I don’t need it mom,” I whined. Make ups are not my thing. Even in big events back at New York, I don’t apply make up, no matter how much my friends convince me.
While my mother continue bugging me about putting make up on me, the kettle whistled telling me that the water is hot. I stood to make my coffee. Just after I’m done, the oven made a sound.
“This are really delicious mmmm…” I moaned, savoring the cookie in my mouth. I grabbed on while my mom is removing them from the oven.
“It’s hot!” my mom yelled at me.
“But delicious. By the way, where’s my dear father?” I asked, munching the cookies despite my mom warning me it’s hot.
“He went out to do something,” she replied as she pulls out the other trays from the oven.
“Is it about the mission?” I asked.
“He’ll just buy some stuffs,” she replied as she also take a bite of her cookies after putting some on a container.
“You continue eating, I’ll go upstairs to watch the videos from the spy cams. I’ll be helping you fix yourself later when your father arrive,” she said and left.
IT WAS past noon when I received a message from Charise. Saying she’s already preparing for the ball.
I always dodge events that has dances with it, especially balls. It’s a social gathering filled with talks. I would rather join my parents on a mission than attend a ball. But since I am not doing anything at home and there are things I still needed to know about the academy, I decided to go.
“The venue is located north of the academy. Use the map I gave you. See yah!” Charise’s message informs me after I asked her the location of the ball.
“Sweetheart, you better prepare yourself!” my mom yelled to me when she saw me laying to my bed when she opened the door of my room.
“Mom, it’s still early,” I said.
“No, you better go bath yourself already!” she yelled again. She always have that superior tone that makes me follow her.
Saying no word, I obliged. When I’m done, my mother started doing whatever those are. After one hour and a half, she’s done.
“What if I just stay home mom?”
“After all the time I spent fixing you, you dare to say that?” my mother angrily said even if she I’m just teasing her.
“I am feeling sleepy,” I said with a yawn.
“Your father will give you a ride,” she said ignoring what I said which made me chuckle.
“Can I just ride my bicycle?” I said as she leave.
“You’re dressed and look like a lady, don’t ruin it.” My mother hissed.