Letting Go...

chapter 4

    I pulled open the door and smiled widely at the four people standing there, one of which I had been waiting to see for the past day and a half. I mean not really, I had seen her in school and it was pretty hilarious, because she had no clue that she was meeting me and my family for dinner.

    There was a man, who I assumed was Mr. King, and he was wearing a black suit with a silver tie. He had a full head of blonde hair and square rimmed glasses, shielding his bright blue eyes. He had pale skin and looked to be around forty, ut still, a good looking man. I could immediately see the resemblance between Charlize and her father. She was his spitting image.

    The woman next to him, most likely Mrs. King, on the other hand, had no similar features to her daughter. They were polar opposites. Mrs. King had pin straight, black hair and dark brown eyes. She was in a green, knee-length dress and black heels. She seemed like a very serious woman, no laugh lines could be seen, I knew that she would fit right in here. None of my father’s employees were happy, at least they never let on.

    Then there was a boy, around the age of thirteen or fourteen, who was wearing a  navy blue suit and a matching silver tie like his father’s. He was pretty short, probably a foot smaller than my six-foot-two frame, and he wore the same glasses as his father with his black hair slicked back.

    I looked behind him and felt my lips tip higher as I took in Charlize’s appearance. She was in a dark grey, velvet dress that rested just above her knee, outlining each curve of her body. She had on  matching open toed heels, and they lengthened her legs, making them look miles long. Her blonde curls were shaped around her face, her blue eyes rimmed with silver eyeliner and grey eyeshadows, popping against her tan skin. That was probably the only similarity between her and her mother, her skin and her form.

    Her lips formed a light pink oval as she saw that it was me opening the door.

    “Hi, I’m Julien. You must be the Kings,” I said, chuckling at the name as I reached out my hand to shake to Mr. King.

    He happily shook my hand, also laughing, and introduced his family. “Hello, Julien. I am Elliot King and this is my wife Penelope. This is my son Benji and my daughter, who I think you’ve met, Charlize.” He said, gesturing to each of them.

    I smirked. “Oh, yes! I know Charlize. Right, Charles?” I said, enjoying how she rolled her eyes and sighed.

    Mrs. King glared at her, obviously finding her behavior rude. “Aren’t you going to say hello, Charlize?” She reprimanded.

    Charlize’s eyes looked cold and blue, as if the ocean had just gone and frozen over, as she glared right back at her mother. She made no move to answer and I could have cut the tension with a knife.

    “Oh no, don’t worry about it Mrs. King. It’s just a game we play,” I rushed to explain, wanting her to stop scowling at her daughter.

    Her lips thinned out as she never took her eyes from Charlize. “I would appreciate if we kept the childish games to a minimum at tonight’s dinner, Charlize.” She warned and I couldn’t help it as my brow furrowed.

    What the hell is her problem?

    Charlize turned away from her, rolling her eyes and no doubt, wishing that this night was already over.

    “We’ll try our best, Mrs. King.” I promised, just wanting to be done with this awkward standoff.

    She turned to me with a smile and I raised my eyebrows at the transformation. She was actually a very attractive woman once she stopped being angry.