#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.
