"Grace come on!" You laugh as you walk out the shop that the two of you were in, looking at dresses for the grand ball the Shelby's were holding tonight.
"I'll be right out" She calls and you turn around to see her talking with the inspector that everyone in the town did not trust.
Frowning, you watch the two of them as the kiss each other's cheek and go their separate ways. As they break apart, you see the inspector walking out the shop beside you and slightly hitting into you.
"Oh, I am sorry" His Irish accent growled. "I did not see you there."
"Oh, well it is okay Inspector" You spike sarcastically as you rolled your eyes. "What were you doing in there? You know, talking to my friend."
"Has anyone told you that being nosey is a terrible trait in a woman." He snarls; hacking you up to the wall behind you.
"Fuck you" You glare and he raises an eyebrow, before turning away and walking off.
"You okay?" Grace smiles as she walks out with a dress that she seemed to have brought from the shop.
"Yeah" You say, looking to her bag and then her. "What took you so long?"
"I was looking at a dress" She lies through her teeth, Well, bending the truth.
"Oh, Nice" you say and the two of you walk.
"What's wrong with you?" She asks and you shrug your shoulders.
"I just saw the inspector" You frown, looking on ahead. "He makes my skin crawl."
"Oh did you?" She after surprised. "I didn't even see him. Where was he?"
"He was in the shop." You bite down on your lip. "You must of not seen him."
"No, I didn't" She lies again and your hands curl up.
"I need to go home" You sigh, looking to her. "Should I meet you at the ball tonight?"
"Yes! I shall see you there!" She giggles and you smile to her; then she pulls you in for a hug.
"See you later" You smile and rush off back to Polly's house.
You rushed in and tripped over the chair as your instinct began to get you worried and concerned.
"Polly!" You shouted as you fell over the chair; falling to the ground.
"What has gotten you in this state!" She yells in shock as she stands you up to your feet.
"Polly something is up with grace" You blurt out; trusting her with your life. "I have this bad feeling that something is going to happen and possibly tonight."
"Woah! Slow down!" She hushes you as you panic; thinking about tommy.
"I have to stop her!" You cry. "She can't hurt him."
"I know" She hushes you; pulling you into her chest. "He will be fine."
"He won't listen to me Polly" You sigh. "He is too obsessed with her"
"He is Hell" She snaps and shakes your shoulders. "He bloody loves you child!"
"No, no he doesn't Polly" You stutter and John walks in, seeing you all upset.
"What happened?" He asked and you shake your head.
"Just a run in with the inspector" you bend the truth slightly and John lights his cigar.
"He's a bastard" He breathes out the smoke and you nod your head; agreeing with the man.
"Agreed" You sigh. "I should get going. I need to get ready for tonight"
"Okay, Just try not to worry about it." Polly smiles and kisses your cheek; then hugging John goodbye as you walk to your house, that you shared with Grace.
"All those nights she never came home." You mutter to yourself. "She could have been with tommy or the inspector. Oh stop being so stupid."
You walked in to your room and laid your dress on the bed. Turning around, your heart fell out of your chest as you looked to see Tommy standing there - your top was undone as you were about to change.
"Fuck!" You gasped as you covered your chest. "Thomas, what the hell are you doing here"
"What colour are you wearing?" He asks and you frown.
"Red" you reply as you frown more; him looking at the dress.
"Well don't" He says and you scoff. "Change your dress."
"No way" you breathe out a laugh mockingly. "I have had the dress done for tonight."
"Well you cant wear red." He pushes. "So change the dress."
"Why the bloody hell should I?" You snap and he walks away.
Completely ignoring you he goes down the stairs and Grace walks in with her new dress in her hands - red.
"You are fucking kidding me" you scream as you throw the first available thing down the stairs. "Fuck you!"
Slamming the door, you throw the dress to the floor and refuse to even go tonight. You lean against the door and cry into your knees as you feel as if the world is trying to make you wound up on purpose.
"Screw you world" You mutter. "Screw you Grace. Screw you Thomas."
A couple of hours go by and your tears have dried on your cheeks; staining them. As you lean your head back, you hear someone coming up the stairs. Frowning, you push your ear against the door.
"You have to be more careful" you heard graces voice say. "She is suspecting more."
"She's too dumb" You hear the familiar male Irishman say to grace - was this about me?
"No, she is not" Grace snaps. "So he fucking careful."
"Is tonight going on as planned?" He asks, moving the topic on.
"Yes, it is" Grace answers; knowing she was smiling through her tone of voice.
What?
Panicking, you stand up and change into your dress that tommy told you not to wear.
"Hey grace, could you do my hair?" You ask as you walk straight into her room and acting surprised when you see the inspector in there. "Oh! Sorry inspector I didn't know you were here. What do you need? I hope we are not in trouble!"
"No you are both fine." He says and coughs awkwardly. "I was just handing Grace the ring that fell from her pocket in the shop."
"Oh well, that's very kind" You smile to the both of them, trying not to punch the liars in the faces. "Will we see you tonight?"
"Yes, you will see me there" He says and you nod your head in reply. "We shall see you then inspector."
"See you soon" He tilts his hat down and walks out the room, then the house. "He is strange grace."
"He is a sweet man" She shrugs and then does your hair for you; finding it so hard to not confront her about her secrets she has been keeping. "You okay now?"
"Yes" you reply dryly.
"What happened between you and tommy earlier?" She asks and you frown.
"Nothing, we are always arguing over something" You sigh and she finishes your hair.
"Fair enough" She shrugs. "All done!"
"Thank you" You whisper and look to the mirror, thinking you look wonderful.
"Wow, you look gorgeous!" She gasps and you smile at her sincerely.
"I feel amazing!" She gushes and you smile at your reflection.
As you watch your dress sway from side to side, you cannot help but contemplate- what will tommy think...?
