I dont really like this chapter, or my writing. I don't know why I do this anymore. This story sucks.
"This is weird" I told Spot.
"This is creative" He retorted, grabbing a strand of my hair and pulling on it but not hard enough to hurt.
"I bet that carpet is more comfortable then my bed back home" I said.
"It bet it is, the floor probably too" I reached out to slightly slap his forehead but he caught it.
"I'd like my hand back please" I said, trying not to smile but failing terribly.
"You know, I think I'll keep it" Spot said, smirking.
I was about to open my mouth when the door opened instead.
"Finn, I was at – did I interrupt something?"
It was Aideen, she stood at the door.
I realized how abnormal we must look. I was lounging on the bed, still in the borrowed nightgown. My head hanging on the edge. Spot was underneath me laying on top of the carpet, just in pajama pants holding my hand.
He let go of me shortly after and stood up.
"No we were just…talking" Spot said.
I sat up right and swung my feet over the bed, standing next to Spot.
Mrs. Conlon gave her newfound son a knowing smile and entered the room. She was followed by a maid and a woman with measuring tape draped around her shoulders.
"This is Madam Addice, she's going to get you two fitted for clothes" Mrs. Colon said, taking a seat on the love seat in the room.
"But mom, Violet and I need to get back to New York, she has her family and I have…my responsibilities" Spot said.
"I know, I know, you told your father and I many times. But I can't have you parade around the house dressed like some sort of…Newsboy!"
I gave Spot a look, he obviously hadn't told his parents what he did for a living.
"Mom-"
The imperious lady cut him off.
"We will discuss this later. Now let madam Addice measure Violet first"
I stood awkwardly with my hands held out at my sides as the "Madam" circled me and held her measuring tape up at my sides.
"She's very skinny. That's good, her dress will be made quicker. I'll send these measurements and specifications down to the studio and get them started. It should be done by tonight" Her accent was rough, she sounded Russian.
Mrs. Conlon clapped her hands "Excellent! Finn your next!"
The rich woman pushed her less fortunate son off the spot he had been occupying next to her and towards the snobbish tailor.
I replaced Spot next to his mother.
"Isn't my son so handsome?" It wasn't a question "And strong too! How do you think he got like that?"
I wondered if I should tell her that most of his muscle mass came from street fighting,
"Not sure miss"
"Oh he is going to be the most handsome one tonight!"
I furrowed my brow.
"Is something special going on tonight?" I asked.
"Oh! How could I forget! Tonight we were invited to a get together by the Wentworth's, you're coming too. We are getting invited everywhere this days! Everyone wants to get a good look at him and see if he matches their daughters. Too bad for them that he already has you" She patted my hand before standing.
"No- no- Mrs. Conlon Spot- I mean Finn we-"
She wasn't listening to me. My cheeks began to burn.
Did she really think that…? I didn't want to finish that thought.
Sure Spot was attractive but weren't like that
He holds your hand
Not that often.
Violet, be honest, you have given these people every reason to think your together
No I haven't!
Really?
Ok, maybe we had led them on. But just look at him! I understood Scarlett for the first time. Judy too.
He did very much reassemble a Greek God.
I didn't like this. Well I liked this as in spending time with Spot, more than I should. I just didn't want to lie to his parents.
Did he realize that he was leading his parents on?
Probably, spend two weeks in captivity with a person and you really get to know them.
If I was right, he knew exactly what he was doing.
"I can't breathe!" I said, slapping Spots arm.
"I know! You only mentioned it twenty times" Spot retorted, rolling his eyes.
"I need your help!" I pleaded. Pulling on his arms.
"What do you want me to do? Breathe for you?!" I was starting to grow tired of his attitude.
"Look Spot, we have been through a lot together. This will just be another in the great book that is 'Spots and Violet's trip through hell', and that if it wasn't a life or death situation I would never ask you to do this, so I beg of you to keep that in mind when I ask you this"
Spot frowned "What is it?"
"Ok, I want you to open my dress-"
"What? Here?!" Spot's eyes were bulging from their sockets.
"Quiet down! And of course not! I want you to open the dress and loosen the corset strings! I don't know why I was forced to wear it. I've been starved for the past two years"
"You're as flat as a board. Mom wanted to give you some sort of curves" Spot said, looking around the dark hallway we were standing in. His parents had something to take care off before we left for that stupid get together.
"Thank you. Now help me find some sort of closet" I demanded, taking off down the hall way.
Good fortune was looking down on me, the first door I found was a utility closet.
"You do realize that if someone finds us they are going to get a totally different idea from yours?"
"Yes that's why you're going to hurry up and finish the job"
I closed the door when Spot finally came in. I positioned myself towards the darker side of the closet.
Spot's fingers started to undo the tight gold buttons.
"If someone finds us, my parents are so kicking us out" He said reaching the final button. That was fast.
"That's why you have to hurry up!"
"How do you loosen this?" Spot asked, pulling on ties at the bottom making it tighter.
"Don't do that!" I sounded winded "Untie the bottom and just stretch it out"
"Ok" Spot undid the restricting knot, the thing stretched by itself when I took a deep breath in.
"Tie it back up again" I told him. His fingers worked quickly on the buttons
"There, all done" Spot said.
"Thank you. How'd you do it so fast? The maid took at least thirty seconds to get them all" I asked, following Spot out the door after he made sure no one was out there.
"I have a lot of experience" Spot answered.
"Experience with what?"
We both jumped at the voice.
"Lock picking…" Spot answered his Mother.
Mrs. And Mr. Conlon stood at the other side of the hallway.
Mr. Conlon laughed "Father like Son"
The couple made their way over. Mr. Conlon clapped Spot in the back and whispered something in his son's ear.
"Now that worries me" Mrs. Conlon said.
"Master, the horses are ready"
It was the butler, Webley, he was your stereotypical butler. Tall, skinny, and white haired.
"Thank you, Webley, will be right out" Mr. Conlon replied
"We better get moving. I hate being late" Mrs. Conlon said, leading us towards the doors.
When his parents were out of hearing shot.
I turned to look at Spot
"What did your father say?" I asked.
"That the next time you and I get off together to wait until after the party"