Uproar

{Georgette}

Things go from bad to worse as soon as I get into the car with my father because the wind blows my hair back and he can see the hickeys I was trying to hide with my hair.

We're riding in the same car with Jos and my dad’s two assistants. The two men are sitting in the front, so that means Jos and I are sitting in the back while my father shouts at me in front of all of them.

It's actually not that strange; we trust these people more than anyone else, but it still doesn't feel good to have an audience while I'm being scolded for having hickeys on my neck like a ‘high school girl,' according to my father… even though I never had any hickeys when I was in high school because Asheron barely even kissed me back then.

Jos has a comforting hand on my leg while my father continues his rant and I put my hand over hers. I'm glad she is here because that means I don't have to tell her everything later; she's finding out in real-time.

"Do you know what people are going to say about