Chapter 8

David would have to forgive her because she had two more glass of wine while she waited for her father. Having David around had helped her in spending most of time she would have used in waiting. In an hour or two, her father would be back. With nothing to do and tired of thinking while laying on the bed, Amy opted for more drinks. Well it was futile anyway, she ended up getting lost in thoughts, obsessing over how the talk with her father would go.

Working, she realized, was one thing that kept her sane. And it had not taken her long to discover that without it she would fall into some very bad habits to cope. She was not a saint. What was her father expecting her to do with all this time. Modeling for her mother was a once in a while need. She needed something of her own to do.

She was pouring another glass before she caught herself. She sighed. The last one, she decided.

As she finished the third glass, her father came in.

 Amy could hear his raised voice from the kitchen, talking to whom she guessed was Isaiah, his right-hand man. The voice became louder as they walked further into the house and reduced as they went into his study.

Amy stood up and began to walk to the study. As she drew near, Isaiah came out looking worried and hurried.

"Amy", he acknowledged, nodding at her as he walked past.

"Hi" she said in response.

She opened the door to the study and went in. "Is there a problem?" she asked as she took a seat tentatively.

"Oh Amy" He glanced up at her then returned his focus to the files he was searching through. "There's a delay in the shipping. It's causing problems. Nothing to worry about, it will soon be sorted out". He obviously did not want to go into the details with her, but she was not interested either, so she did not press for more.

"Okay", she muttered looking down. She began to second guess her intentions to talk with her father. It did not seem like a good time to talk with him.

"I wanted to talk with you Father ", she began anyways. "I'd like to continue working"

Robert paused what he was doing and stared at her for a while. She wondered if he noticed she was a bit flushed. But if he had any idea that she was a little tipsy, he made no indication about it .

"We talked about. You will be busy with other things now not work", came his response.

She sighed in exasperation. "Working will not affect the engagement Father. There is really no use in not continuing with my work. I mean there is nothing to do with all these time I have"

"When the preparations start..."

"But it hasn't ", she interrupted before she realized what she did. She continued nevertheless. "It could be anything else. Maybe something that does not require going to the office as much as before".

She sighed placing her hands gingerly on her laps, ready to present her case to her father. Her voice became quiet again. "If working at the company is the problem, I can work elsewhere. I'm old enough, I've got the qualifications".

Her father considered her for a long time, it made her worried that she had only angered him. But she was even more surprised that he had not immediately dismissed the idea. It gave her a little hope.

He glanced at her, then at files on his desk, as if contemplating which to deal with first. That hope dwindled when he turned back to his work before responding, "I'm busy now. I'll talk to you later". His phone rang then and he answered the call, dismissing her. She did not want to linger because the call had begun sounding more serious than as it had began.

With a sigh, she left the study for her room. She had to be careful and control herself more. Angering her father would do her no good.

She picked up her phone deciding to call David.

"Hey" he answered

"Hi"

"Miss me already?". She let her silence answer his question.

"Ouch. Okay what's up?"

"When did you say was the reunion?"

"Tomorrow. Why? Did you change your mind?"

Yes. Where?"

"At a club. Essence. Would you like me to pick you up?"

"Yes sure"

"Alright then. But why", he asked hesitantly.

"Why what?"

"Why the sudden change of mind? Is everything okay?"

"Yes. Why not? I have nothing doing anyways and I thought it would not be a bad idea"

"It won't". She could almost hear the smile in his voice.

For the get-together,  reunion or whatever it was, Amy decided to go with a red dress. It had a low v-cut but it was not so low that it would be considered too exposive. She did not know who would be there, but she could guess most of them would be from wealthy families. Knowing David though, it might not be just be the rich kids in attendance. David was not type to select friends based on what they had to offer. And she was most definitely sure it would be more than just a simple get together. It was more likely to be a party, especially since it was happening at a club.

She did her night routine to prepare for bed. As she finished putting her hair in a loose braid, her mother knocked before entering the room.

"Amy", she called.

"Good evening. I didn't know when you came in".

"I know. You were talking with your father then".

"You heard us talk?"

"Yes. Yes I did". Amy looked away from her. Was she there to make her change her mind, because she would not. Amy hoped she would help her stand her ground instead.

"You know, he's most likely to think about your request.".

Amy wanted to smile but she was sure she would only look and feel more pitiful. So she decided not to.

"Will he?" She asked quietly.

"I will speak with him too. You should work if you want to".

Amy hmmed then laid on the bed.

"I need your assistance again dear. I need you to try on somethings for me. I've seen some nice ones that will be really lovely on you too".

She closed her eyes, already feeling herself dozing off. "Why bribe me with clothes. Where would I wear them to. I don't go to your parties".

"I know. But you may need to attend them more often now that..."

"Hmmm". Was the last thing Amy heard herself say before she fell asleep.