Mildred POV
The evening sitting with Phillippe and his mother, listening to them making plans, was painful. He was annoying me, flicking his hair like it was in his eyes all the time and not bothering to try and make any conversation or even really look at me. It was as if he was the centre of attention and was bathing in it, as if I cared. He was gross and over confident, so the evening was spent sitting on the couch, listening to our mothers making plans for us to go out to some romantic dinner and then a movie. and I kept rolling my eyes, neither of us actually got to say anything other than hi and bye when mums friend left with the her son in tow, mum was gushing about it, when dad came home as they were leaving, and dad took one look at me and knew, I was not at all happy with the ar
