Chapter ten
A week went by in a flash for Eve, everyday being picked up by Jacob, eating lunch at his table, walking down the corridors hand in hand, it was a dream. Eve had even noticed that Vlad had somewhat slowly warmed up to Lola though in his unique Vlad way, that took a weight off of all her friends and herself shoulders.
Eve had also taken note that her usual bullies hadn’t showed up to school for that week, rumour had it, that something had happened to their faces, whispers of snouts like pigs and what have you. Eve tried to ignore them, she didn’t know how to feel about it, she was glad they weren’t there to torment her, but if the rumours were true then she felt bad for whatever had disfigured their faces.
By Friday, Eve felt as if the world for once wasn’t out to get her, it was perfect and calm, when Jacob dropped her off outside her building she planted a quick kiss to his cheek, a routine she had begun to fall into. “Talk to you tonight,”
“Talk to you tonight babe,” he nodded as she climbed out of his car, she hummed happily as she walked up to her flat, finding her mum, pacing around nervously in a nicer dress than usual would wear.
“Going out?” Eve questioned closing the door,
Feya jumped at the sound of her daughters voice, “oh, sweetheart, i, um, er-well yes, we both our,” she stumbled out,
“I thought granddad was coming round tonight?”
Feya sighed, “he was but, he’s invited us instead to go to his,”
“His?”
“Yes,”
“His house?”
“Yes,”
“As in we’re going to have dinner somewhere that isn’t here, or the kebab shop?”
“Yes,”
“Then why are you dressed like you’re going on a date to the opera?” Eve asked confused,
“You have met my father, isn’t really laid back, he’ll expect to be in formal dress.”
“It’s not like I was going to wear sweats and a vest.”
Feya sighed, “please just get dressed into something nice, they’ll be here soon to pick us up?”
“Who?”
Feya didn’t answer, pushing her daughter into her room, quickly rumagaing into her wardrobe, picking out a pretty blue dress. “Put this on,”
“Yes madam, right away madam,” Eve saluted,
After Eve was dressed and Feya spent time fussing with Eve's hair, there was a buzz at the door. Feya ran to look outside the window down below, he breathed out a breath turning to her daughter as if they were to join a death parade.
“There here,”
“Are we being kidnapped? What is going on, we’re just going to have dinner with a nice old man,”
“That's what you think,” she muttered grudgingly, though Eve heard it.
She hurried Eve out the door and the stairs where a nice black windowed car was parked, it was the type that the rich would drive around in, a fairy dressed in a well tailored suit stepped aside, opening the door for the two. Eve furrowed her brows.
Feya quickly urged Eve out of her puzzlement climbing into the car as they as fast moved away from the building of flats and down the street.
“Mum? Did you ever fail to mention that grandad might be rich?”
Feya gluped, “no….?”
“I can’t believe this,” Eve frowned, “why the fuck haven’t you told me, this is a really stupid and werid thing to miss out of when telling me about him. By the goddess I thought it would be a bloody selling point for you!” she shouted,
“Eve, please, just keep an open mind, i-i liked our life the way it was okay, money isn’t everything.”
“Money isn’t everything?” Eve repeated in disbelief, “mum, once cried for a week because you could afford some dumb bag,”
Feya eyes widened, “it was the exact bag that Tommy firefly once puked into,”
“I don’t know who that is-”
“He was the hottest guy that ever lived, Eve! Do you think i wanted to miss the opportunity to have that bag, it held his puke Eve! His puke!” she screamed. She then proceeded to break down into tears whaling about if only she had a hundred grand or so.
Eve remembered the day they saw the news that the bag had gone on sale and how instantly Feya was on the phone with their bank seeing if she could take out all of their money plus savings. But they were too short and before she could even think of getting the right amount of money it was already sold to the Tommy firefly fanclub, which refused multiple times to sell it to Feya.
When they finally arrived at Eve's grandfather's place, she was perplexed when the man opened the door revealing that they were at the fairy king's city mansion. For a second she thought it was a mistake, but as her mother climbed out and naturally started her way towards its entrance doors, as the men manning the front opened them with ease for her, she knew it was not.
She caught up with her mum looking around anxiously, they had rushed out so fast that Eve wasn’t wearing a cardigan or jumper to hide her wings, they were on full display in a mansion full of people with perfect iridescent wings.
A staff member led them through the building, through detective hallways, filled with priceless pieces of art, sculptures and vases that Eve had no doubt were hundreds of years old. They came to a set of two large doors, as two maids from the looks of it, opened them. They were welcomed by the sight of one of the largest dining rooms Eve had ever seen which wasn’t on the telly. A door to the side of the room was opened leading to a sitting room of sorts where Eve could clearly see her grandfather sitting.
Cautiously she stepped into the room, and towards her grandfather. “Hi,” she awkwardly waved, trying not to stare at everything in the room.
He smiled softly at his granddaughter beckoning her forward. Over the last week he had appeared nearly everyday at Eve and Feyas flat, despite it not yet being friday.
“Father,” Feya solemnly greeted,
“I am glad you made it, I am told the cooks are nearly done with our food.”
Eve didn’t know why they were there, did her grandfather hold a high position within the fairy kings court?
Feya was tense next to Eve, she stared down her father, clearly not happy at being there, “you didn’t give me much a choice,” she grumbled,
He ignored her, “shall we take our seats,” he got up from his chair heading into the dinning room, three staff members stood behind three chairs ready to pull them out.
Eve sat down fidgeting with her dress, self conscious at the curious and pitiful looks the staff were giving her.
“How was school today Eve?”
“Good,” she mumbled, “same as usual,”
“Have you got your test results back yet,”
Eve went rigid at the words, the fairy test results were going to be posted Monday morning, and she already knew she’d store the lowest with only a score of ten percent for the written exams.
“No, not yet.”
Feya noticed her daughter's dimed voice, speaking up, “the fairy test isn’t important anyway, you’re doing so well in all your other subjects.”
“Penny and i did get a hundred on our paper this week,”
“See, you get all that smart from me,”
Eve's grandfather lifted up his brows, “I do not remember you getting a full grade in any of your classes, probably because you skipped most of them.”
“I got high enough grades to graduate,”
“Barely.”
Feya rolled her eyes, “I was perfect in everything else.”
“Perfect at making messes?” Eve questioned,
“No, other things.” she shared a look with her father, who smiled and nodded,
“You’re mother was well behaved when she needed to, she had a calm head on her shoulders,”
Feya smiled proudly, “you hear that Eve, i was good at something.”
Eve smirked, “sure, whatever you say mum.”
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