Chapter111

#Chapter111

AMELIA POV

After we're done eating and Alexander puts the plates in the washing machine we get to talking.

/"What are you going to wear on Friday, I think we should wear the same colours./" I suggest.

/"Friday?/" He drags his attention off the tv and looks at me /"what's on Friday?/"

I slap his arm playfully /"don't joke with me./"

/"I don't know what's happening on Friday./" He admits.

/"It's the ABAB./" I say the short form.

/"The what?/"

/"American Business Associates Banquet./" I say slowly, hoping it'll ring a bell.

/"Oh that./" He relaxes a little and so do I now that I know he knows what I'm talking about /"I'm not going./"

/"What?!/"

/"I am not attending./" He says slowly as if I'm some idiot.

/"Why?/" I ask calmer.

/"Because I don't need to, my business is not part of the American Business Association - I'm British./" He explains.