When I got home I immediately went to my room, changed into dance shorts, a lulu lemon tank top and Jazz shoes. Today was a dance day. I needed to loosen up from the fight last night and focus my mind on something, because at the moment, I was all over the place.
I lived in a big house, a result of my parent's healthy checks from Lucian work. I used to move around a lot, but after my Father was killed on a job, my mom and I settled down, finally buying a house. My mother hadn't worked since my Dad's death, and I could tell that she hadn't really gotten over him, even though it happened 5 years ago. Not that I was some miracle recovery case either, I had been
The house it's self had 3 stories and was old. Both my mother and I liked that. The house had secret passages that I had explored for days after we first moved in. The third floor was mine. I liked being up high, so my mom agreed to let me have the top floor. My room had a trap door in the top of it's closet that lead to the roof. Across the hall there was a huge room, with mirrors lining the walls and tiled floors that I used for exercise and dance. It had a ballet bar across the back, a treadmill in the corner, a weights station and a punching bag also filled the room. The second floor was my mom's. A sauna and her bedroom took up the left wing and 5 guest bedrooms the right. The main floor had the living room kitchen and everything else you would need to complete a house. The basement held all of the top secret files and it would probably be easier to break into FBI's head quarters then my basement.
I went into my workout room and docked my ipod, shuffling through song until I came to one that I could dance to. Sail came on and being in a slightly angsty mood, I let it play and moved to the center of the room. I let myself relax into the rhythm, I combined Jazz with ballet but my technique wasn't important at the moment, I just needed to move. I had worked up a good sweat after half an hour, so I took a break and moved onto flexibility. I had both of my front spits, but my straddle splits still needed some work. I worked on my upper body strength with some pushups and sit ups and called it a day.
As a rule I set for myself, I tried to work out once a day for at least 40 minutes. When I was working on the field it was crazy important to keep in shape, especially when going against Tomases like Douglas last night. I checked the clock 2:20, my mom would be at yoga for another hour, which made this the perfect time for snooping. I went down to the basement, deactivating the alarm systems as I went.
My mother and I were more modernized then the Kabras, we kept most of our files on a computer system, which made snooping incredibly easy. I was looking for something about the 'training program,'- if Ian wasn't going to snoop God knows I would. All the files I pulled up were completely useless. Isabel had told me more, which was saying something. I gave up at 3:00 damning it all. I guess I'd have to wait and see. I walked back up to the kitchen, it was time for food, and food is what I would get. The KD was calling me. By the time I was sitting down with my, oh so cheesy KD, I heard my mom open the door.
"Cath, you home?" I heard her call.
"Yea, I'm in the kitchen." I yelled back. I heard her footsteps on the stairs and the door swung open.
"Hello darling." My mom hugged me and looked me over. "How did last night go?"
"It went fine, just remind me to concentrate the poison next time I go against a Tomas."
"Oh Hun, I'm sorry, I should have asked you before you left if you'd concentrated the toxin." My mom looked at the hand prints on my neck and brushed her hand over them. My Mom never used to baby me like this. She used to be as tough and cold as any Lucian, but after my dad died she had started to worry. I put up with it because I couldn't live with myself if I hurt her and part of me liked being cared for. It didn't happen much when all the people you hung around showed less emotion than a turtle.
"I'm fine." I smiled tightly, "Oh, Ian told me the party's still a go, want me to let Markus know?"
"That'd be great sweety, do you have something to wear?" I snorted, I had plenty of clothes, I was sure I could find something I hadn't worn before in my closet.
"I'm sure I'll find something, if not I can buy something in London."
After I called Markus (our pilot) I went up to my closet. Although, after 3 hours of looking, my wardrobe ended up being much smaller then I remembered. I could find nothing that would suit the Kabra's party. I needed something classy. But still fun. Clothes were hard. Everyone should just go naked and be done with it.
The flight to London was boring and uneventful. I slept most of the way there but I wish still exhausted when we got to the hotel at 10:30. I crashed for 2 hours, then went out for lunch and shopping. There was a boutique I loved a short walk from where we were staying and I had to find something for the party there; it was tomorrow.
I swung open the door and glanced around the room, it was the same as I remembered it, plush carpets and beautiful wall paper. The store had a friendly feel to it.
"Catherine!" I heard a squeal from where the check out was.
"Amanda! How are you?" Needless to say, I had been here often.
"Oh I've been well, and yourself?" Amanda had mousse brown hair and round brown eyes. She was petit and looked like a porcelain doll.
"Very good thank you. Listen, I'm going to the Kabra's tomorrow for a party, something classy?" I asked with a hopeful smile.
"We just got a new shipment in yesterday, I'll see what I have." She returned the smile and gestured for me to sit down while she went clothes hunting.
She came back a few minutes later with a slew of dresses over one arm. She handed me the pile and escorted me into the dressing room. The first 3 were terrible, doing nothing for me at all. The fourth was okay and by dress number 8 I figured I might end up with it.
"Red?" I asked skeptically through the curtain on the change room. Red was not my color, it did nothing for blonde hair and green eyes.
"Oh just try it on! It's a lovely dress." She had a point. It had a sort of old Hollywood feel too it. A deep red, it would hit me just past my knees, and it would be tight all the way down. I pulled it on, it couldn't hurt. I looked in the mirror surprised. It actually looked good. The deep v ended just below casual but above hooker, and strangely the color looked okay. I stepped out of the room wanting a second opinion.
"What did I tell you?" Amanda grinned. "You look gorgeous. You'll knock those boys right off their feet."
"Why thank you Amanda" I grinned. I said my goodbyes after buying the dress and headed back to my apartment, my internal clock was messed up from the change in time, and I really needed a nap before dinner. I changed into sweats as soon as I got in and I was out before my head hit the pillow.
Sorry this took my so long, I've had it done since Monday, I didn't add it. It's also a little boring, but next chapter will be more interesting. Leave a review! :)