I'm having dinner at the glamorous glittering Ritz hotel with my family
Sophie begged me to come and reluctantly I put on my tuxedo and hopped in my Mercedes
"Stephanie tells me that you've met someone," mum -step mum that is- says cheekily sipping on her third glass of bubbly champagne
I shoot Stephanie an icy glower before replying carefully
"Maybe I have maybe I haven't, does it make a difference?"
"Well of course it makes a difference; you're practically a loner," dad jokes chuckling heartily
I haven't seen in a couple of months and I don't regret it
Rolling my eyes I gulp down my ice cold water
Mum and dad continue probing me about my mysterious lady but I stay tight lipped
Stephanie decides to join in while Sophie attempts to rebuff them and change the conversation
Irritation and boredom seep into my bones and I depart before anyone suggest desserts
Dryly I hug dad goodbye and give mum a peck on the cheek
I say bye to Stephanie curtly before squeezing Sophie goodbye and kissing her softly on the cheek
Picking up my phone I call her
"Come tonight, yeah?" I state tired and defeated
All I want to do is get away from my family and their listless conversations
All I want to do is get lost in her mind
All I want to do is get lost in each other's feelings that we try to ignore
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L O L I T A ' S National Anthem (COMPLETED ✔️)
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