Wipe Away The Bad Dream

Lisa let out a tired smile. It was supposed to be her mother’s birthday! How the hell did it turn into some sort of meeting? She approached a tall table with a smile. She didn’t dare show the fatigue on her face. She reached out and grabbed a glass of wine from one of the waitresses. It reminded her of Belinda’s words earlier. The thought of receiving wine from the same whore who slept with her husband barely hours ago irked her.

“There she is.”

Lisa jerked out of her reverie, turning to see her mother approaching her. “Hey, mom.”

“Lisa…”

She rolled her eyes. “Did dad come complaining to you again?”

She shrugged. “Maybe. He said you left without meeting all the people he wanted you to meet.”

Lisa took a large gulp of wine before replying to the woman standing opposite her. “All the people literally meant ninety-nine percent of your guests. You should know dad by now.”

She nodded with a smile. “What do you think? I knew he wouldn’t stop bugging me till I came here to talk to you.”