Runaway Rendezvous

I was so sick of pretending to be everything that I was not.

“I’m sorry. I…need to go help out a friend right now. She’s in some kind of trouble…so yea...I’m very sorry for this but I have to leave first. Please enjoy dinner,” I babbled out the first excuse that I could think of.

An excuse to retreat to my room wasn’t good enough. I needed an excuse that would get me out of that mansion altogether