Post by Shelby on Nov 16, 2016 1:59:42 GMT
Chardonnay didn't think, or begin to realize, about the fact that Richard was still allowing her to come to the banquets in the coming years. Why, she wondered as she kept her head in her hands, still fuming over what he had said. He sounded so angry over the phone, so disappointed over her actions... But then she realized it. It was because of her father that she was still allowed to come, because she had to Nicholas name and was associated with the name who, in the eyes of so many, could do no wrong. Richard prided on the fact that he knew her father; always coming to talk to him at the banquet, always planning things with the man in order to get a better turn out. No doubt he thought kicking the daughter out would hurt the relationship between her father and make Thomas never want to show his face at the banquet.
Chardonnay swallowed and bit the inside of her cheek. It wasn't fair. She was her own person and she had been working damn hard to get her image away from her father, but it wasn't working! Of course, Richard was a different story, but how many people still only associated with her because of her family name? She knew that she didn't have a favorable attitude towards the general public of the cooking sphere and world, but that shouldn't account for her cooking or business running skills. She was amazing at both! Her restaurant was still afloat, thriving even! But... It wasn't wasn't up to the luster and shine of her fathers. As far as Chardonnay knew she didn't have a regular costumer base and she didn't even know any of her customers by name except for Chad and the other celebrities that would come and dine, but they'd usually only come once or twice and then never come back. Why not? Because of her attitude? That was a shit reason if anything. It wasn't her fault; people pissed her off too often and she was a hard ass because of the way people treated her.
Still, that didn't excuse what happened last night. Getting drunk, grinding against her supposed friend in the middle of the dance floor where everybody could see. No doubt they had been whispering to each other, commenting on her and Arthur's displays of affection. She remembered their faces being inches apart and she remembered their hands being all over each other. In the moment she loved it. She had been giggly with butterflies in her stomach, and she had been the one grinding up against Arthur. The feeling of fluster and anger soon turned into embarrassment. How could she have done that? Gotten drunk and put herself on display like that with Arthur, someone she said was just her friend. How many people believed that?
Just... Thankfully there hadn't been any photographers there. No doubt that would have circulated all around the culinary world, word of Chardonnay having a beau or boyfriends.
Worst of all, though, was that she had made herself into an embarrassment to her parents. She made it seem as if she could do nothing without them being there! She brought a violent date, she got drunk off her ass, and it had to be made sure that she and Arthur didn't get in a car to drive them back to her place. This was humiliating. This was a disaster.
Chardonnay barely heard the door to the terrace opening and closing, and she barely registered that Arthur was talking towards her. The palm of her hands were still against her face, but slowly she traveled them up to rub against her skin and to get tangled in her hair. Squeezing a few strands around her scalp, she tightly shut her eyes and willed this all to be a dream. But it wasn't. She had invited Arthur to the banquet, Kenneth took a picture of her and Arthur, and sent it to her mother who took the chance to embarrass her and send her in a fit of panic. Shit, she shouldn't have overreacted to that, she just shouldn't have!
She opened her eyes when Arthur spoke and lifted her head up to look at him. He was wearing a t-shit and a sweater with actual pants on, much different from the sight that she had seen him in before. He looked more composed than she felt like she looked, and he seemed to be in better spirits than her. Then again, he wasn't the one who had to face the spectrum of the world that she had to face. The people there could forget about him and it wouldn't be an issue; it would always be remembered, though, that she had drunkenly danced with some guy at the banquet, ruining her reputation and hurting her family image. "If I said that, then you know I was drunk, so just take what I said with a grain of salt. Besides, it's not like you hadn't said things either, like how you like the way my ass and legs look when I'm wearing heels."
She bit the statement out with more venom than she meant, but she didn't go to correct herself or even soften her tone. "Yeah, something is definitely wrong with me. I don't know why the fuck I decided to invite you, or why the fuck I even decided to go. Just--" But she paused. It wasn't entirely Arthur's fault, no matter how much she wanted to blame him. While she hated what he did, deep down she appreciated it. She appreciated the fact that he wanted to protect her from someone and no matter how much she wanted to bitch and complain about that to him... She couldn't. She just wished that he hadn't done it there, with everyone watching. She just wished that he hadn't looked as menacing as he had, or how strong he was. She sighed, softening her tone. "I don't know. I told you before that I just didn't want to go there alone, so I asked you. Why? I still don't know. Things are just so fucked up now, but whatever. You don't have to deal with it."
Looking away from Arthur, she ran a hand through her hair again and took a deep breath, held it, and then finally let it out. The area was dark between them, and her face was beginning to get back to it's normal color--freckles exposed an all. "You're going to have to take a cab when ever you leave. I won't be able to get my car until tomorrow, and I'm sure you've got things to do. I won't keep you trapped here."
Chardonnay swallowed and bit the inside of her cheek. It wasn't fair. She was her own person and she had been working damn hard to get her image away from her father, but it wasn't working! Of course, Richard was a different story, but how many people still only associated with her because of her family name? She knew that she didn't have a favorable attitude towards the general public of the cooking sphere and world, but that shouldn't account for her cooking or business running skills. She was amazing at both! Her restaurant was still afloat, thriving even! But... It wasn't wasn't up to the luster and shine of her fathers. As far as Chardonnay knew she didn't have a regular costumer base and she didn't even know any of her customers by name except for Chad and the other celebrities that would come and dine, but they'd usually only come once or twice and then never come back. Why not? Because of her attitude? That was a shit reason if anything. It wasn't her fault; people pissed her off too often and she was a hard ass because of the way people treated her.
Still, that didn't excuse what happened last night. Getting drunk, grinding against her supposed friend in the middle of the dance floor where everybody could see. No doubt they had been whispering to each other, commenting on her and Arthur's displays of affection. She remembered their faces being inches apart and she remembered their hands being all over each other. In the moment she loved it. She had been giggly with butterflies in her stomach, and she had been the one grinding up against Arthur. The feeling of fluster and anger soon turned into embarrassment. How could she have done that? Gotten drunk and put herself on display like that with Arthur, someone she said was just her friend. How many people believed that?
Just... Thankfully there hadn't been any photographers there. No doubt that would have circulated all around the culinary world, word of Chardonnay having a beau or boyfriends.
Worst of all, though, was that she had made herself into an embarrassment to her parents. She made it seem as if she could do nothing without them being there! She brought a violent date, she got drunk off her ass, and it had to be made sure that she and Arthur didn't get in a car to drive them back to her place. This was humiliating. This was a disaster.
Chardonnay barely heard the door to the terrace opening and closing, and she barely registered that Arthur was talking towards her. The palm of her hands were still against her face, but slowly she traveled them up to rub against her skin and to get tangled in her hair. Squeezing a few strands around her scalp, she tightly shut her eyes and willed this all to be a dream. But it wasn't. She had invited Arthur to the banquet, Kenneth took a picture of her and Arthur, and sent it to her mother who took the chance to embarrass her and send her in a fit of panic. Shit, she shouldn't have overreacted to that, she just shouldn't have!
She opened her eyes when Arthur spoke and lifted her head up to look at him. He was wearing a t-shit and a sweater with actual pants on, much different from the sight that she had seen him in before. He looked more composed than she felt like she looked, and he seemed to be in better spirits than her. Then again, he wasn't the one who had to face the spectrum of the world that she had to face. The people there could forget about him and it wouldn't be an issue; it would always be remembered, though, that she had drunkenly danced with some guy at the banquet, ruining her reputation and hurting her family image. "If I said that, then you know I was drunk, so just take what I said with a grain of salt. Besides, it's not like you hadn't said things either, like how you like the way my ass and legs look when I'm wearing heels."
She bit the statement out with more venom than she meant, but she didn't go to correct herself or even soften her tone. "Yeah, something is definitely wrong with me. I don't know why the fuck I decided to invite you, or why the fuck I even decided to go. Just--" But she paused. It wasn't entirely Arthur's fault, no matter how much she wanted to blame him. While she hated what he did, deep down she appreciated it. She appreciated the fact that he wanted to protect her from someone and no matter how much she wanted to bitch and complain about that to him... She couldn't. She just wished that he hadn't done it there, with everyone watching. She just wished that he hadn't looked as menacing as he had, or how strong he was. She sighed, softening her tone. "I don't know. I told you before that I just didn't want to go there alone, so I asked you. Why? I still don't know. Things are just so fucked up now, but whatever. You don't have to deal with it."
Looking away from Arthur, she ran a hand through her hair again and took a deep breath, held it, and then finally let it out. The area was dark between them, and her face was beginning to get back to it's normal color--freckles exposed an all. "You're going to have to take a cab when ever you leave. I won't be able to get my car until tomorrow, and I'm sure you've got things to do. I won't keep you trapped here."