Decisions made

Telling Sierra Eleanor Clifford she would show up at the Watford mansion for dinner was something Wren Austin regretted, and she didn’t need her best friend repeating it to her. Instead, she needed her help to come up with an excuse so as not to go, or perhaps, tell her that she made the right decision accepting the invite and encourage her to go there and show Sierra what she wanted to see.
But that never happened. Instead, after Gwen repeatedly condemned a decision she had taken in the heat of the moment, she hung, leaving the blonde confused about what to do. Now, with every second that led closer to the time designated for dinner, Wren Austin got more nervous.
She was currently lying out on her bed when she heard a knock on her door, and as she opened it, she came face to face with Gwen, who easily rolled her eyes at her and walked past her without an invitation.
“Although I do not agree with your stupid, I refuse to let you make a fool of yourself” she spoke as she walked past Wren, holding a carton-like bag in her hand.
“Thanks”
“I mean, regardless, you are going to make a fool out of yourself. Might as well do that being hot as fuck” Gwendolyn Jefferson added with a devilish smile appearing on her face.
“What? No, Gwen. I don’t like where this is going” Wren Austin shook her head and began to take several steps backwards.
She knew where Gwendolyn was headed with this. The dark-haired was only going to make her wear hideous make-up and subsequently make her look stupid.
“Shut it and leave things to the professionals” Gwen defended ignoring her friend’s request.
“And I said no, Gwen. I needed a peep talk, not a complete makeover” Wren Austin further defended.
Gwendolyn sighed and rolled her eyes at her friend’s paranoia. “Would you relax? I know what I’m doing” the dark-haired defended.
“Gwen, No. I mean it” Wren Austin said firmly.
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Wren Austin caved. She allowed Gwendolyn to have her way and now she regretted it. Not that she didn’t look good. Gwen had done wonders to her face, so much so that she could barely recognize herself when she looked in the mirror.
And that was the only problem. She should not look like she was headed for a MET gala when it was only dinner at the Watford mansion. Now every attempt at not looking stupid had gone down the drain.
“You look great. Now I need you to relax and go with the flow” Gwendolyn Jefferson spoke up for the first time since leaving Wren Austin’s apartment. The dark-haired was gradually pulling up the large gates of the Watford mansion and she felt her friend’s nervousness.
“There’s no backing out now” she added, turning off the ignition of the car, then proceeded to take off her seatbelt to face Wren who looked like she was about to throw out.
“I’m so nervous” was all Wren could say. Regret washed over her. She should never have accepted the request and she should never have called Gwen to fuss over it. She should have kept it to herself, switched off her cell phone in case Giovanni tried calling her and stayed indoors for the rest of the week and hoped that maybe, just maybe, everyone in Craigsburg will forget about it.
Because Wren Austin was certain the people of Craigsburg would hear about this dinner before the start of tomorrow. In fact, she was certain they were already aware of it.
“That’s understandable. But there’s no time to be nervous. I’ve had some time to think about it. Sierra knew what she was doing when she invited you. She wanted to mark her territory and she knew you wouldn’t decline either. I want you to go there and put her in her place” Gwen said.
Wren Austin furrowed her brows. She feared her friend was letting this dinner thing overcloud her thinking capacities.
“’ Gwen. There are no territories that need to be marked. It is just dinner” Wren Austin clarified, and from the look the dark-haired gave her, she felt her explanation went to deaf ears.
“Matter of fact, I will go in with you. It’s a good thing I am always dressed to kill” the dark-haired said with a sly smile on her face and exited the car before Wren could even protest. The blond took this as her cue and got out of the car and began to follow behind Gwen and began to whisper yell.
Gwendolyn shushed Wren and typed away on her phone. Wren caught up with her and was about to speak out but the dark-haired silenced her with a hand over her mouth.
“Yes, Mary. Cover for me” was all Gwendolyn Jefferson said before ending the call, gave Wren another smile that said ‘all done before turning and walking away.
Gwen’s strides were long and before Wren could catch up with her, she was already standing before the large mahogany doors of the Watford mansion.
“Gwen! This is a bad idea. You are way out of line. I can handle this on my own, your parents here will just let her know that she terrifies me” Wren defended.
The nerves she felt earlier were replaced with anxiousness and more paranoia. If she showed up with Gwen, it will just make Sierra know that she was insecure and scared of her, and Giovanni that she couldn’t handle his little girlfriend. And that was far from the truth.
“I know what I am doing. Everything will work out fine” Gwendolyn was refusing to see reason and that infuriated the blonde.
“Gwen, no!” Wren Austin finally snapped, taking Gwendolyn momentarily by surprise because she tilted her head to the side.
Then, just as she was about to speak up, the door flew open to reveal none other than Sierra standing on the other end. Her usual curly chestnut brown hair lay straight on her shoulders. Her full lips wore bold red lipstick and the mascara she wore made her brown eyes pop out. Her dress was another level. For a second there, Wren Austin doubted if the brunette normally wore a red dress with sparkles all over them and a slit right up the lap for a casual home dinner.
“Hey. You’re here” she beamed with a wide smile plastered on her face. “And you came with Gwen” she added.
Wren Austin knew she was not being paranoid. She heard the disdain in Sierra’s voice and the one second of condescending stare she gave her friend. But instead of saying anything, Wren Austin poised herself and gave her a fake smile.
“Well, the more the merrier. Come on in” she announced stepping to the side to allow them access.
Just then, Gwendolyn Jefferson leaned in and whispered in her friend’s ear. “You are welcome” before walking past her into the house.
Wren Austin let out a heavy sigh. Gwen was right to go overboard. She would have been looking like some slut who came out straight out of a cent store should she have taken charge of her outfit.
And the whole of Craigsburg would have known that.

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