𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 |𝗚𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗼𝗻&𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗶𝗮|

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝟲

"How was your day daddy?" I asked, before taking a seat at the kitchen table, and placing the ice tea pitcher down.

"Great. I got nothing but good reviews today." He smiled, before cutting his Brussel sprout in half and stuffing half of it into his mouth. He'd just gotten back from work around the same time my mother finished dinner.

She cooked Salmon with brown rice mixed with carotts, and brussel sprouts on the side. A vegetable I whole heartedly hated.

"And yours?" He questions.

I only shrug before looking up at my mother, whom was currently engulfed with whatever was currently on her phone.

"My day was alright I suppose. I tried that cafe down the street from us.... I even saw Giveon and Andrea there." I bit my lip nervously, causing him to raise his eyebrows.

"Who?"

"Just the friends of your colleagues son." My mother intervenes, as she then places her phone front face down and takes a sip of wine from her glass.

My father grunts, almost as if he had to retrace his memory back to last night, just so he could know who we were talking about.

"I see. Are you friends with the two boys?" He questions, before also taking a sip of his red rich wine, from his thick clear glass.

"Well no. I spoke to Mr Monet's son on the plane yesterday. He was a bit of a jack ass... and his friend Giveon? I can't quite figure him out." I chuckled nervously, making him nod.

"I don't think they're good influences on you. Men like them would love to have a smart girl like you in their grasps as soon as possible."

Me and my mom both shared the same shocked expression, before her dark brown eyes soon turned cold as they glared at my father.

"Christopher don't you think that's a bit inappropriate to say?" Her glare hardens, making him shrug.

"I suppose. And I apologize if I offended you Georgia, I'm just trying to look out for my daughter." He admits, forcing a smile.

"Dad I'm 19 years old. I can handle myself.." I paused, before pushing my plate up some. I had lost my appetite, and to be frank id rather be in the company of my own self right now.

"May I be excused?" I muttered, earning a sigh from both of my parents.

"You barely touched your fo-

"Yes you may." My mother says more forcefully, cutting my father off mid sentence.

I nodded before getting up and made my way upstairs to my room. I knew my parents would probably have a small argument tonight, then wake up tomorrow like nothing ever happened.

From the way my fathers been acting, me and my mother haven't been so pleased.

The side remarks are completely uncalled for. His hostility could be just stress kicking his old ass, but I can safely say that I don't know what goes through his head, and I'm kind of glad at that.

After my night routine, I settled in bed and read over some lines from the Romeo and Juliet play.

***
"I think your fathers under stress. I'm sure he means no harm." My mother sighs, before taking a sip of her coffee as she sits back in her seat and pulls out of our driveway.

We were supposedly meeting up with Mr Monet's wife, Mrs Monet for breakfast at her home. I could only pray that Julian wasn't there. Although we conversed the last time I was in his home, he was still an asshole then.

He couldn't help himself.

"Yes I guess." I mumbled.

My mother glances in my direction, giving me her best smile before pulling into the Monet's gate.

She rolled down her window and tipped her glasses at the bridge of her nose, before greeting the younger white man that looked no older than 20.

"May I please see some identification? And who might you be here to see today?" He questions very professionally.

"Mrs Stacy Monet please." She smiles softly,  before handing the young man her ID.

"Alright well I'll have to go check in with her first." He says, before handing my mother back her ID, as he then went to the small shield where I'm guessing the buzzer stayed put.

"I bet if I was white, he wouldn't even have thought to need any identification from me." My mother mutters underneath her breath, before pushing her glasses back up on her face.

"I'm sure it's just his job." I chuckle, as she then puts on her best smile as the boy makes his way back.

"Surprisingly Mrs Monet has told me to let you in. Enjoy your stay." He smiles.

My mother then rolls up her window, giving no acknowledgement to the boy. Giving me that knowing look, I sunk in my seat as she pulls into the residence, and the gate closes close behind.

"Let's just eat." I huff, before getting out the car and following my mother to their door. After one swift knock, the door swings open, revealing a giddy yet relaxed Mrs Stacy Monet.

"You both look dashing." She says in awe, exposing her accent some.

"Thank you, not to bad yourself Stacy." My mother greets, shooting her best smile. I gave her a smile, before thanking her and following her into her gorgeous home.

With the house seen in daylight, it looked even better today. The inside was really luxurious, not much off of our home, but maybe a bit bigger.

"So our cook made up some shrimp and grits, I hope that's fine." Mrs Monet says. Me and my mother both nod our heads, as we follow her into her kitchen and take a seat at the table.

A woman with almost close to the same complexion as my mother, sat near the window that looks out to the patio.

The sun made her skin glisten, and kinky curls shine, while it exposed some reddish undertones.

She gave us all a small smile, before we were seated and food was placed in front of us. It smelled phenomenal. I'd never really had Shrimp with grits before, but by the looks of it, it looked tasty.

"I've met you on Sunday night, but I didn't meet your beautiful daughter yet. I'm Ruben but I go by Ruby for short." She cheeses, exposing her pearly whites.

"I'm Georgia." I grin, reaching over the table to shake her hand.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." She winks, before taking my small hands in hers and shaking it.

"Well let's eat. I'm starving." Mrs Monet moans out, making us all laugh before digging in.