perfection (2)

"Maybe his changed. Who knows? You two might finally get along for once" Harry shrugged and immediately my face instantly upturned into a look of disgust.

Harry has always been the type of person who sees the brighter side of every situation. He's always so happy. And it annoys me sometimes. Even though Harry doesn't posses my wealth or intelligence he still finds reasons to be happy. I've never understood it.

However, Harry is probably the person I'd consider my friend. Maybe it's because we have been inseparable since third grade. He's the only person in town that doesn't want to make me throw myself into a moving vehicle.

"I can't believe the two of you grew up together," Harry said with a snort, "it's like you were too good for this world then the universe's decided to throw in Andre to balance it out"

Stuffing a watermelon slice into my mouth, I rolled my eyes at his analogy. Just to even put me and Andre in the same sentence rubbed me off the wrong way, I want nothing to do with that idiot. I thought after he decided to purposely break my nose with a dodge ball.

"Let's talk about something else, anything please"

"Oh," Harry blinked at me before quickly shifting his gaze elsewhere as he thought of something, after a second he finally met my gaze again. "Your party, is everything good to go?"

I nodded. "Everything is in place. Now I just need to find me a mask."

"Oh! Yeah, I forgot it was a masquerade themed party, Harry said, taking another bite from his food. "So you're officially a lawyer" that's dope.

"Don't just go around killing anyone or causing problems I won't be there to defend you" Alex laughed.

However our laughter was caught short when my father entered the dinning hall, a few men following behind him. He easily spotted Harry and I at our table, and didn't hesitate to make his way over to us.

"There he is" my fathers voice boomed throughout the dinning room, a widened smile on his face as he walked up to me. I exhaled a sigh, sending Harry a knowing look, before pushing myself out of my seat and standing to greet him.

"Alex, enjoying one of the delicious meal they serve here, yeah?" My father has this thing he does when he's around his business partners.

He smiled for eight hours a day, it was a requirement for his job. Mostly at home he would let his face fall into neutral, let his mouth lie in a thin morbid line and his cheek rest. But once in a while he would turn it on without thinking and I would just stare at him,aghast I hated it when he smiled with his mouth, I wanted the smile with his eyes. Sometimes I would take just a soft look of contentment over that corporate grin. Atleast that was real, and not some mask to appeal to the public.

But when you're Alex Claremont Dias, a certified lawyer, and owner of Claremont firms, major stock holder in the Empire firms there's no time for scowls. Alex Claremont Dias should be an epitome of perfection. His company is perfect, his wife is perfect, his family is perfect, and I his son should be perfect, everything should be fucking perfect.

"These are few investors all the way from Hong Kong. They'd love to speak with you just for a moment." my father explained, motioning toward the two men behind him. They both sent me pleasant-looking smiles and I tried to

Mirror with one of my own although I knew I was failing miserably.

I looked back at Harry to see his eyes already lingering on mine. The brownness in his iris seemed to fade as a soft smile crept upon his plum-colored lips. He sends me a soft nod, "Go ahead", it reads.

I turn back to the investors and force up the fakest smile I could manage. It hurt. The lies over my lips, faking smiles and words, trying to convince everybody I was perfectly fine.

"I would love that." I smiled, joining my father and the men in the conversation as we made our way out of the dining room.