Claire came in "Who were you talking to?"
"I uh-he was-" "Never mind, I need you to get dressed for lunch, we're going to town." She stared down distastefully at my sweats and I blushed.
"Okay, let me go change." I came back in a skirt and blouse, normally I wouldn't wear a blouse or skirt but Claire forced me to her little tea parties all the time and once, when I had tried to get out of it, Claire had told Dad and he had had a private talk with me, basically he explained that Claire had never had kids before, and now she valued it and yadda yadda yadda…
The really sucky part of the lunches was that I had to wear heels. Yes, you heard me correctly heels.
The shoes that will one day cause my death.
Klutzy me+ heels harm to myself and others. Claire knew about my clumsiness and I think that she took joy on the pain it caused me. No, I know she took joy in my pain.
We arrived and I sat in the distastefully decorated room, on the distastefully decorated chair. It was covered in flowery prints, frills and lace.
The metal silver wear looked easily bendable, and that's what I always worried about.
I was surrounded by fine china, bone china to be exact, which I did not feel comfortable with, any sudden movements and I would end up taking the whole table down with me, the tiny silver wear, the fine china and all.
All of the women and girls were stiff and poised and powdered. I didn't really enjoy the tortures of makeup, so I avoided it as much as possible.
Everyone was making small talk about the weather or the joys of gardening; I was tempted to start a conversation about werewolf movies.
I giggled at the thought.
Claire looked at me warningly.
I cleared my throat and covered it up reaching for a glass of water; I missed and knocked it over, spilling it all over an old lady.
"Oh my god I'm sorry," I said, trying to mop up the mess that was on her lap. "I'd prefer to do it myself." She said with a tight smile.
I winced when I saw Claire glaring at me. "I'm going to go to the ladies room." I said, pulling out my chair, just then, another woman was walking past and she tripped on the leg of my chair.
She flew head first into the cake and shrieked. I gaped and stood up all the way and my chair fell down.