Chapter 100

***Chrissy***

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Dayle left me aghast, I had no idea that he'd ask me out to prom and to be his girlfriend officially especially for the fact that we had argued earlier. He's such a sweet guy, this beats the rest like that of Egan’s, I don't mean to compare them but it's glaring.
“<<...It has actually been a bumpy ride these past few days. My family and I never had it easy, however, despite not being a real son to Theodore, I still remain his son and forever thankful to him. He's my Dad. With all the things that I have said, you all should know by now that Chrissy is the girl I love and you should also know that our relationship is healthy and strong. Lastly, I apologize to my friends, Chrissy’s friends, the graduating class, the whole of Hemsville Senior High School. A lot has happened, I've broken lots of hearts...>>”
“<<Mine too!>>” I tease and we crack up. “<<Sorry honey, go on!>>” I start wrapping my index around his hair. He’d say that I'm comical sometimes.
“<<...I regret everything and I'm truly sorry. Steve and Egan? Y'all should know that I wasn't the only one who fucked everything up, we all did and I'm sorry about it too. Terry and Jamil, I've been under your detention ever since, can you call it off now!>>” he teases, I crack up at once. “<<I'll see you all at Prom, tomorrow!>>”
“<<Ken and Elle? I'm sorry, I miss you a lot!>>”
“<<Now we gotta go, we haven’t had lunch yet! Bye y'all!>>”
The live session ends and there, there have been dozens of comments but no way, we don't have the time to read or answer their questions. Dayle and I are left alone as we start eating from the variety of snacks as well as drinking from the red wine.
“You had this all planned and I had no idea! How could you be this sweet?! I love you so much, do you know?!”
“Not more than I love you though!” he snaps and we crack up. We lie on backs on the plain grass after eating out. We stare into the clear skies, holding hands. He angles his gaze at me and I shift my gaze at him.
“You’re the best thing that has happened to me this semester,” he says to me calmly and then he rests on his side to stare at me wholly. He starts caressing my face and it gives me goosebumps—my body starts reacting to his touches. “You’ll be the death of me, no doubt.”
He leans in as our lips merge and twist nonstop, it's slow and precise, deep and passionate. His touch on my arm arouses me more not to talk of the pulsation between my thighs. Fuck. Dayle is slowly turning me on.
Then our kiss breaks he lies down back.
“I might just fuck you right here!” he teases as I nudge his arm. He laughs to it.
“Excuse me, sir. Ma'am. Sir Owen needs your attention back home.” one of the security men tells us.
“Such a downer!” he snaps nonchalantly
“We'll be there!” I tell the men as we sprints off. “We need to take off then, lets talk it out!” I add.
He starts mumbling under his breath, for once, can not complain about anything at all?

*
We are all seated in the living room. Everyone is present except employees excluding Dom and Bobby. Dad’s face isn't loosening but Mom’s face is good enough almost like the usual.
“The earlier you both end this the better for all of us otherwise—”
“No Dad, you're not gonna do that to me—us. This is harmless.” Dayle vents to Dad and I nudge him but he shrugs off stubbornly. “It's not fair!” Dayle flares up
“Honey, we talked about this!” Mom tells him and then he remains silent.
“Dad, you know that this isn't wrong—”
“But you are my son,”
“And you're my father still!” Dayle adds firmly
“Do you love her?” Dad asks and Dayle nods a yes.
“I do!”
“Chriss?” Dad turns to me and my heart starts thumping unusually. “Do you love him?”
“I do, sir!” I respond fearfully
“I believe that this is for the right cause then, it's fine! It doesn't mean that you both wouldn't remain my children, protocol or not!” Dad says with an approving smile. Dayle and I hug each other without realizing before we further to hug Dad who's now smiling broader than ever. Dom and Bobby’s faint smiles are supportive compared to their usual frowning.
Dayle and I hug Mom as well, I feel assertive over this act.
“Thanks a lot, MOM!”
“No way!” Mom’s eyes widen, it wells up too. “Owen, he called me Mom!” she embraces Dayle and again, if only Dayle knew how she's been waiting for this day to come.
“I told you that he would! Dayle is a difficult kid but he's awesome!” Dad compliments
“Thank you, I promise to be a good mother to you and you should take good care of my daughter in college!” Mom says with a smile
“Of course, Mom. I take it up as a challenge. I sure will!” Dayle tell her. The atmosphere is smooth and not as misty as it used to be. I love the feeling. A lot has happened to me today and I'll add it up in journal.
“Speaking about colleges,” Dad interrupts proudly. “Dom?” he inquires of him as Dom hands him two small envelopes. Dad turns to us. “I think that it's high time Dayle and Chrissy knew that college is knocking.”
“Oh my effing Gosh!” I feel my eyes are about to pop out. Dad hands the envelopes to Dayle and I. I read through once I unfold the document. I see that I'm admitted into Harvard’s University. “This is not happening?!”
I throw myself on Dad, it just kinda happened, my dream slowly falls into place. Dayle and Dad hug again maintaining his prideful grin. Dayle and I hug tightly.
“Told you, it’s no big deal. Your hard work paid off!” He tells me.
Mom approaches us to give us a group hug. “Keep making us proud, my babies!” She kisses the both of us on cheeks. Dayle is towering over us. Tall asshole.
“Careful not to smash my baby in there, Dad’s gonna get mad.” Dad teases and the atmosphere is rather filled with laughter.
Unknowingly to us both, Mom and Dad had shopped prom’s outfits, we were unable to do so earlier since Dad needed to see us and so we ditched the shopping idea.

*
**PROM**
The ball dress that Mom picked for is incredible. It's red in color, completely strapless, it has got alluring details specific areas, the back has got ropes like that of a corset—in fact, it's entirely beautiful and something I've never worn. Dayle must love this as much as I do. My eyes shifts to the pair of Jimmy Choo’s heels, it's white in color. Not to talk of the jewelry box, Dad gave it to me after breakfast and he said that had another gift but it would be after prom.
I hear a knock on the door, and sprint to check it up only to find a pretty young lady holding a small bag.
“H-hi, may I help you?”
“I'm Gwen, your stylist. I'm in charge of your makeover and costume.”
“Oh! But I've got my costume anyway!”
“We could wear them for you!” she gives a witty smile as I step away for her to walk in. She looks around and turns to me. “Pretty decor, your choice of interior is pretty fetching!” she compliments and I smile appreciatively.
“So where do we start, I'm done bathing and prom starts in...”
“An hour and thirty minutes. Mr. Owen hinted me! Don't bother, I work with time—no needless extensions!” she confidently explains
“Alright then!” I force a smile. I sit in front of the dresser and she starts with robbing some extracts then she starts powering, highlighting and contouring my face. She starts telling me about the journey of her career and the kinds of clients she meets regularly. She paints my lips light red. I love my recognition, thankfully I look like myself but then I'm more of a model on the face of Vogue.
She helps me with the dress until I'm filly dressed and adorned with the simple but classy jewelry. If Dad could organise this grandeur for prom then what I'm about to get married? I would not think as far as that for now.
“You are all set ma'am, you are incredibly gorgeous. Your boyfriend must be lucky and your friends must be envious.” she compliments as we share a light hearted hug. “Can I take a picture of you? I have to post on my Instagram, you never can tell what opportunities you would get and I would get!” she explains and I agree with her.
She takes three shots.
Mom enters the room and stands still for a moment.
“Chriss, this can not be you!” she says as I walk up to her to embrace her. “My pretty baby girl!” she says. “Gwen, you have magic hands right there, my husband was right.” she tells the lady. “Dayle is downstairs, patiently waiting for you!” Mom informs me. I take my purse tucking my cell phone inside. I take a deep breath before walking out of the room.