Chapter 11

"Oh Dante darling" I hear an older woman cry out and I immediately hate her.

Wait.

Hate is such a strong word.

Strongly dislike her.

"Mother," he answers with disdain.

Aww, we're on the same page.

She finally shows her face and my jaw dropped. She had on a beautiful black see-through dress. It was floor-length and fitted with a slit on the side. She had like zero wrinkles to indicate her age. She was stunning.

She looked me up and down and I felt Dante's hand circle around me waist pulling me closer to him.

"This is my date and personal assistant, Aspen" He pronounces and she gasps.

"This thing is your date?" She screeches and I grit my teeth.

"Mother," he says in a warning tone.

"Oh dear," she says to herself resting the back of her palm dramatically on top of her forehead, "my son took a hobo to my event"

Okay. I'm gone.

I turn around ready to leave when he pulls me back.