Doesn't matter, doesn't care

"Oh what the heck did I do, shiit!" Summer pulled away from the hug, and slammed her palm against her forehead. "I ruined your life with my own hands, argh!"

"Hey, Summer, stop blaming yourself. It wasn't your fault at all. As if you ever knew your dad had fixed the marriage proposal with that guy…"

"He never did that, Yve! Like hell my father can ever get that big shot as my marriage candidate. How is that even possible?" Summer cried out loud in response to Yvette, still with a messed up face wet from tears.

"Huh? Then… how… I am sure I didn't go into the wrong room back then," Yvette tried to recall hard about that day, if she ended up mixing up anything. But she clearly remembers to ask for the room by Summer's name. There is no way she would mix up the names here, unless…

"You think there was some mistake from the reception there? It surely must have been that way. How dare they be so careless about their job huh?" Summer seethed in rage, gritting her teeth while her hands balled up in a fist. "You know what, c'mon. Let's go to the restaurant, question them, catch them red handed, and beat the daylight's outta them."

Summer barely wasted a second after saying all those, and started walking away from there. But Yvette stopped her, grabbing her by the hands. "Summer! Hang in there just a second. What's the use of questioning them and involving with a fight there?" Yvette was sure that whatever Summer said just now, she meant it by a hundred percent, a thousand percent if more. If it was anyone else, she could say that no matter how much they say they are going to beat up for someone's blunder, that was just a bluff or a remark on the moment of heat. But the ex-delinquent Summer was oh so famous for beating other problem child's in the school, and when she says that she is going to beat up someone, she will surely make that person end up in hospital for at least a week.

"Summer, girl, listen. You are now a signed model. Your face is such a precious treasure. You think you can go ahead and make that come out under a bad light?" Yvette tried to reason with her, and as always, her words seemed to work on her.

"I think you are right," Summer sat back down on the bench they were sitting on. "How is that, you still think rationally, after all this happened to you? If it were I, I'd have been in the police station by now."

"You sure had been," Yvette gave a light chuckle to her words, before wiping the remaining traces of her crying from her face. "But that doesn't mean someone gets off the hook anyway. And he has to answer all the questions I have now."

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"Where were you all this time?" As soon as Yvette entered the house, her steps were halted by the sudden deep voice from the living room.

"I had classes. Didn't you say I should keep studying so that I don't end up disgracing your name?" Yvette replied to Irvyn. And not wanting to talk any further ahead, she silently changed into home slippers and walked straight towards the staircase.

"I never knew classes were until this late," Irvyn looked up at the wall clock hanging right beside the large TV screen. "It's 8 in the evening."

"So? Does any of that matter to you, at what hour I come home?" Yvette responded in a dry tone, which sounded kind of rude even to herself. Figures why she isn't used to talking this way. But if needed, she can do it.

"Of course, it matters, Miss Juan. No matter how much you hate it, you can't forget the fact that you are related to the Collins now." Irvyn removed his eyes from the TV, looking behind towards her direction.

"And that wasn't something I chose to have, Mr. Collins. And anyway, you were the one saying I shouldn't let anyone know about us being related in any way. So why should Mr. Irvyn Collins care about what a certain Miss Yvette Juan does in her private life?" Yvette spat those straight into his face, without flinching or getting scared of his expressionless face. She must say he looks really grim with this emotionless face of his.

"Fine, suit yourself then. I will just keep doing and asking whatever I need to, that's all," Irvyn turned the television off with a switch, and got up from the couch as well. With a calm and steady motion, he walked up towards the stair, and the moment he was about to pass Yvette, he stopped his pace to add more. "I couldn't care less if you feel the need to bother about me at all. But you should realize that there is someone who has already grown quite fond of you, and has been waiting for you to have dinner with you. Respect that fact, at the very least."

Yvette was shocked by his words. Aunt Suzy, she completely forgot about her. "Oh… I… I am sorry, I… forgot about her, and I already…"

"Had dinner outside? Figured that much for sure. Go tell her, she is still in the kitchen doing something." Irvyn responded. "And also, we will be going to my family house for tomorrow's dinner. So be prepared accordingly."

With that saying in the end, Irvyn took off towards his own bedroom, leaving a perplexed Yvette on her own. Yvette was filled with regret, that she didn't think of making a call to the landline of this house even once before having dinner at Summer's house. And all this caught her off guard, she couldn't even ask Irvyn about the mix-up of that date.

"Screw it!" Yvette glared at the way Irvyn went off, trying her best to suppress the urge to scream out at him. That would be really inappropriate and so unladylike, even she knows that much. "I'll just ask him tomorrow, I guess. But first thing first, I need to meet Aunt Suzy and apologize right now!" She hurriedly stepped down the stairs, and rushed into the kitchen.