Chapter Twenty-seven : The Dancing Ball

Samlin Greenham 

"Do I look okay?" Lucas points at his outfit.

"No, you look like you're going to collapse," I answer and close the passenger door. "You need to loosen up a bit, Lu, you're not going to an interview. So, stay calm."

   Today afternoon, I've come to the Greenham Manor with my friend Lucas, my grandparents arranged a social party because of my father's returning. It still seems like unreal to me, you know, that my father has returned. When he returned home, he looked quiet and sad, like he couldn't believe that he was back to his family. The news in television on paper are saying that an inmate has escaped San Quentin state prison name Adam Hirands, but no news are mentioning a thing about my father or Mahone. Of course, our family has already informed the mass media about my father's returning and ignored the reason of his missing situation, because it would cause more gossip and rumors.

I smile brightly and tangle my arm