Page 175 of Fame & Rhythm

Apparently, it’s to ‘hang out.’

Realistically? It’s to keep an eye on me.

Dad still doesn’t fully trust that I won’t do something stupid. He thinks if everyone’s here, I won’t feel the need to go looking for trouble.

I keep telling him those days are behind me. I have Aston now. I don’t need anything or anyone else.

Mum gets it. She tells me to ignore him. But I can’t really blame him either. It’s only been a week and a half since everything happened.

Still… the house is buzzing. Everyone’s here, laughing, talking, music drifting through the halls.

It’s almost five, and Mum and Dad are getting ready to leave.

“Mum, you look beautiful,” I say as she adjusts her hair in the mirror.

“Oh, thank you, sweetheart. I needed that. I’m so nervous about the speech.”

“You’ll be amazing. Just look at Dad when you’re talking, pretend it’s just him. It’ll feel easier.”

She smiles at me. “You’re very wise sometimes, you know that?”

I grin. “Don’t let it get around.”

Her expression softens. “Just… try to behave tonight. I know you’re all adults, but be sensible. Don’t give your father a reason to worry.”

“I will, honestly. We’ll hang out, watch movies, and eat too much pizza. Nothing dramatic, I promise.”

“I know,” she says gently. “Just don’t forget to spend time with everyone, not just Aston.”

“Okay.”

She hesitates, then lowers her voice slightly. “And if you do end up… not in the lounge with everyone, just be safe. Okay?”

Heat floods my cheeks. “Mum.”

“No, I mean it. I’d prefer you stayed out there with the others, but I’m not naïve. Just… be careful. Use protection.”

I swallow, nodding. “Okay. I promise.” She exhales, glancing around the room. “Now, don’t tell your father I’m talking to you about this. He’d want me to forbid it, but like I said, I’m a realist. And honestly, when do you ever not do something just because we tell you not to?” she asks with a soft chuckle.

I huff a quiet laugh. “Fair point. And… I know I haven’t always listened, but I am now. Loud and clear.”

“Good. Just be safe,” she says again.

“Mum, I’ve got it. We’ll use protection if anything happens,” I reply, and her eyes widen slightly as a blush creeps up her cheeks.

“Wow, Annie. I wasn’t expecting you to be quite so direct,” she says, laughing.

I smile. “I’m an adult now. I think it’s better if we just say what we mean instead of dancing around it.”

She blinks a few times, her eyes misting. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sound so grown-up before. I’m proud of you, sweetheart. I really am. This past week… you’ve come so far. And taking Aston to see Dr. Ludwick was a good decision. It’s like a weight lifted for both of you.” Her voice softens. “I feel like I have my Annie back.” A tear slips down her cheek.

“Oh, Mum, don’t cry. You’ll ruin your makeup.”

She lets out a breathy laugh and wipes her face, turning back to the mirror. “You’re right. I love you, Annie. I’m so proud to call you my daughter.”

My throat tightens. “I love you too, Mum.”

“Now go… have a great night. I promise I’ll behave.”