Chapter thirty three.

SCAR'S POV.

I hiss when Janny tugs on my hair, and a small apology follow.

It's not like I can be mad at her, we are really in a hurry. They are trying hard to get me well dressed with still enough time for themselves.

"How many minutes remaining." I carefully tilt my head to the side, hoping it won't disturb Janny who is busy curly my hair.

"How many minutes?" Amelia scowls back, looking crazed in just white towels. One drape around her form and the other sitting comfortably on her head. "If you had just listened to me and ditched the stupid kitchen shit, this won't be happening."

I roll my eyes, knowing she is right. But still I couldn't go back on my promise. I actually ditched my mate because of it.

"Amelia can you please find the shoe's, I am almost done with the