Chapter 12

EMMA

Dinner was oddly former and I wasn't used to it, I was kinda used to eating with my Mom and we chat through the meal while my Dad is away working himself to death, my Mom and I were used to it or so she made me believed, when she thought I wasn't looking in could see the sadness in her eyes, her whisper conversations with my Dad late at night, begging him to spend more time with us which would only result into a loud heated arguing, I guess she stopped trying anyway.

Once again I couldn't help but glance in Jet's direction and like I had guessed, he was staring at me again, the old fashion evening gown I was wearing is nothing like I was used to, the chest area was so tight I'm having trouble breathing plus I didn't like the way it pushes up my boobs like it is going to peel out and Jet is happier to caught it judging from the way he kept staring at it.

I feel like picking up my dish and rubbing it all over his face. Claire was leaning over to