Thread: We'll both have to learn things along the way [Skylias & Las_True_Romantic]

It wasn't long before Skye decided she didn't like Mr. Clarence. Greg was him name? Craig? She couldn't recall, he prattled so quickly. Her mother was sure to do most of the talking for her anyway, so it didn't matter. She oozed about this and that, how handsome their guest looked, so dashing in his suit. Normally Skye wouldn't be in such a bitter temper, but all of these dinners lately had her in a foul mood. Time around the dinner table would have been awkwardly silent if it weren't for the fact that Mr. Clarence seemed to have no issue talking the whole time. Really, it's like his whole life story was to be told that night. She hardly picked at her food, though her stomach growled in protest. She was staring at the napkin in her lap when her mother's voice snapped at her. Skye. Our guest was addressing you . It really was an accident when slight sarcasm laced Skye's reply, Oh. I'm so sorry. What did you say? Her mother reddened, eyes glaring. Skye was quick to recover, Pardon me. I'm afraid my thoughts wander elsewhere tonight, you'll have to excuse me. Mr. Clarence opened his mouth to speak but her still-glaring mother interrupted. I'll have to apologize for my daughter as well. I'm not sure why she's being so hideous. Skye bit her tongue, all sorts of anger running through her head. Oh, I think you should know, mother. I'm tired of feigning interest in these arrangements you set up. Her fists balled around the napkin under the table. This is not the time for this. Before her mother could counter, she pushed back her chair and stood. Excuse me. It was as though her legs had a mind of her own, as they moved at a fast pace from the room. Only after she reached the stairs did she let the tears building in her eyes run down her cheeks. She hadn't meant to leave like that, certainly not infront of a guest who wasn't at fault, but she wouldn't let her mother see her get angry. Wobbling up the first few steps, she huffed, yanking off the heels and running the rest of the way up. Skye had almost forgotten about Anthony until she entered her room, not in the quietest of fashions. The light was still on, but he lay curled on the floor, seemingly asleep. It bothered her that he'd chosen the floor to rest, wishing she'd made him feel more welcome to her furniture. I hope I haven't bothered him, storming in like this. She looked him over again, the soft face, messy hair, and lean figure. And then those wonderful eyes, now hidden by his closed lids. She remembered them well, their image having stuck in her mind. Something about the way he looked at her.. Her own tear-reddened eyes rested on the scene for a moment longer before she hastily swept the tears away with the back of her hand. She didn't have the heart to wake him, peaceful as he seemed, so she moved quietly across the room, leaving the shoes on her bed as she pulled down her hair. Her shaking palms rested on the edge of the vanity as she stared at her reflection, back turned to Anthony. Why did I do that? She was no longer hungry, feeling sick at her own behaviour from earlier. Another tear slipped down her cheek, hitting the wooden surface beneath her. Closing her eyes and leaned over, she was unaware that the noise had indeed been loud enough to pull the servant from his sleep.