Forget-Me-Not

25

After our ‘romantic’ proposal to one another, I called Adrian right away news while Timothy called his family over for dinner. He suggested that we should tell them together about our news.

We told Mrs. James and Mrs. Ferrero to prepare extras since there will be visitors and they have been busy since lunch. I offered to help them make dinner, but they just kicked me out of the kitchen. To keep me busy and not panic in meeting his parents, again, I decided to set the table. It took me an hour to set a table for six people.

Timothy decided that I should move my things to his room, since I mostly stay in his room now adays. It was his subtle attempt to ask me to move in. Technically, I’m already living under his room, but you know what I mean. Right? So, here I am staring at the whole-body mirror in Timothy’s room, picking out a proper dress.

“What’s wrong with the white dress that you just picked out?” Timothy said, behind me while combing his hair.

I sigh in defeat, dropping the blue dress that I’m holding. “I don’t want to wear white. What if I accidentally place a ketchup stain on it? You know how clumsy I can be.”

Timothy sigh and come near me. He stood beside me and we both look at our reflection on the mirror. He was wearing jeans and plain black shirt. He made a simple shirt and jeans look sexy while I on the other hand struggle on what to wear. I can’t just wear jeans to a dinner with his family.

“Choose the white dress,” He said, rubbing my arms to calm me down. “You look good in white.”

I sent him a thankful smile before grabbing the white dress that I threw on the bed. “How long before your parents arrive?”

“Dunno,” He shrug before turning his back to her to grab his shoes. “Tiffany told me that they will be arriving separately. That twin of mine apparently got stuck in work.”

I nod while wearing my ballet flats. I decided to let my hair down and apply minimal make up. Once I’m satisfied with my make up, I turn to grab Timothy’s hand and drag him to the door.

“Wait. Wait. Wait,” he said, pulling us to a stop by the stairs.

“What?” I said turning to him.

I gasp when he suddenly kissed me on the lips. “I just want to kiss my fiancée hello.”

I giggle. I fucking giggled. I like how he called me as his. “Well, your fiancée needs to greet your family.”

“Chill out,” he wrapped his arms around me. “They are not here yet.”

He spoke to soon because the moment he said those words, I heard a car park. I sent him a smirk. “You were saying?”

He rolls his eyes at me and grab my hand. Together we head to the door to welcome whoever is knocking on the other side. Timothy opened the door while I secretly wipe my sweaty palms on my skirt. Who would have thought meeting your future in-laws can be this stressful?

I’ve met Timothy’s parents before, even when I lost my memories, but this is different. I was his girlfriend back then, not I’m facing them as his fiancée.

Oh, my gods. I feel like throwing up.

“Hey, Mom. Hey, dad,” I heard Timothy said.

I so badly want to throw up. I shouldn’t have eaten that tortilla. I stood still beside Timothy while he greeted his parents. What should I do?

‘Hi, I’m Olivia and thank you for taking my side.’ Like I can say that.

“Oh my, Olly,” My thoughts were cut off when I’m suddenly pulled into an embrace. I glance at Timothy, who just shrug at me leaving me alone with his mother. The woman, who smelled like hot chocolate, pulled away as if sensing my discomfort. “I’m sorry, dear me.”