Chapter14

#Chapter14

I watched as Warren trudged inside the front door.

/"Ciao./" He spoke gruffly and tipped his head about a millimeter in greeting. I was getting used to it. Warren didn't speak much, or show any emotion for that matter but I'd stopped being terrified of him.

/"Will you be staying over for dinner?/" I asked from the kitchen.

/"No./" His response was curt and I didn't mind, I knew he wasn't trying to be rude intentionally. It was just how he communicated.

I eyed the crisp suit he had on. /"You're dressed up. Hot date?/" I teased.

He gave me a blank look and for a moment I thought he didn't understand but then he shook his head slightly and muttered. /"Not a date. Party./"

My ears perked up at the mention of a party.

I couldn't recall the last time I'd actually went to a party.

Had I ever been to a party?

I tried to search my mind but came up blank.