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Chapter 9 - Alaina

A new mission? Father and son time? Yes!

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By the time I was able to take in my surroundings, I found myself standing in front of my future father-in-law with my future husband by my side. The chances were, we were probably going to be told to go on some kind of mission. It should've been expected, I just didn't think I would be told about it on my first day here.

The room was simply decorated. Large windows like the rest of the house, wide wooden bookshelves with books taking every inch of space available, and a rectangular wooden foot but glass top coffee table, taking dominance of the surrounding leather couches. A smooth slick large desk in front of a comfortable light brown leather swivel chair was occupied by Mr Taylor. 

"What did you wanna talk about?" My future husband asks. I may have been mistaken, but for some reason he sounded irritated. I hoped that I wasn't his reason of being annoyed.

"Your first mission." My soon to be father-in-law answers as he set his arms up, elbow on the desk and crisscrossing his finger to resemble a ball, resting his chin upon it.

He looked just like my future husband. Or maybe my he looked like him.  The same slightly tanned skin tone, the same refined nose, and the same defined cheek bones. The only difference was probably his eyes. He had two colors. But his left eye, the hazel green was from his father, while I noted that his ice blue eyes were from his mother. He really did win the face lottery of the century.

"Isn't it too early to be handing us a mission? I mean she just came a couple of hours ago." He exclaims. I didn't know much about him, but I did know he was the most considerate man I knew of. I can imagine he respected everyone the same and I was no different, but I appreciated it. Being respected.

"Stop being overdramatic. I'm not stupid, I'm just calling it a mission. Look, there's going to be a masquerade ball this day next week. What you guys need to is just show up, dance, drink and show the rest of them that you're together. See, nothing hard." Mr Taylor explains, and I sigh of relief, not realising I was holding my breath. But maybe I shouldn't of, the two of them looks directly at me. Oh my God, I hope they don't think I wanted a real mission. I actually really hate it, going on missions. Unless the people I was to unalive pissed me off but that was on very rare occasions.

"Ah, sorry. I, I was just relieved." I try to explain but both their faces were confused as ever, "I, uh, I don't really like going on missions. I mean, I'll go when you tell me to, it's just I, I. . . " I was making the situation worse than I did before I decided to open my mouth. I was so stupid.

"We're not gonna force you to go if you don't want to. Ever." My future husband reassures, firmly, but I didn't know what to take of it. I was never given a choice. I don't even really how to make choices anymore.

"I mean unless urgent situation calls for it" My fTaylor, that was more of a comforting answer I was used to but he continued, "But like Luke said, if you don't want to do it and it can be handled without you, we won't force you," Like son, like father. Or was it the other way around.

I couldn't make sense out of the situation. Why were they both so considerate. Why did they care if I wanted to go or not. Why did they listen to me?

"Oh, no, its fine. I will go. I'm not really in a situation to refuse anything."

"No. You have every right to. Alaina, is it that you don't want to go to the ball? We don't have to go." My future husband states firmly. He called me by my name. No one really called me by my name, I was either called Sis, you over there, bitch, a psychopath, or the fucked-up assassin. I didn't realise how much I liked being called by my name directly. It made me feel like . . .  a person.

"Well, it would be of best interest if the two of you did but there are other opportunities to show you two around." Mr Taylor replies.

"Oh, no! It's fine. I actually, uh, I would like to go." I say waving my hands around for emphasis. To be honest I've never been to a ball or dressed up pretty. That was Daniella's job. Her beautiful face, her curves and that look in those gorgeous dresses, she was perfect to gain attention. I would just put people off. It was best to not be seen. But its masquerade ball so they wouldn't see my face right?

"Are you sure?" They both ask in unison, brows knitted, tilted heads to face me. They were definitely father and son without a doubt.

"Yes." I reply hoping I sound as convincing as I feel.

"Alright then, in a week's time it is. You can sort it out between yourselves what you're wearing, if you're gonna match or whatever. Ask your mother about those kinds of things, coz I haven't gotta a clue about that kind of shit. Try to have some fun and show the world the power couples you could be. Although it would be great if you didn't take away some limbs in the process." Mr Taylor settles. I hope he was joking.

"Yea, yea, whatever." My future husband sates back, softly grabbing my waist and guiding back to the door leading out of the room. "Oh, Dad, I sent a couple of files, can you check up on them?"

"Yea alright."

"Thanks." And with that we left the study room but as soon as the door closes he whips me around so that I was facing him. I falter not being able to comprehend the situation. He bends down slightly meeting me at eye level.

"Are you sure you really want to go? You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm not going to let you do something you don't want to. Not unless it's the last possible option." He asks. I thought we already went over that.

"yes? I thought I said that just then?" I reply confused.

"Just making sure." He says and his body relaxes. He was tense? What for?

"But, um. I have a problem."

"What problem?"

"I've never been to those kind of events. So, . . . I don't own any dresses." I answer shamefully. But he just smiles.

It was those kind of smiles that makes you want to smile as well. In books and movies, they would probably describe it as the golden retriever smiles. He was no golden retriever by looks but his smiles were.

"You don't have to worry about that. Mom's got you. Charlotte can also help if you like. Come on, lets go to mom." He answers guiding me down the stair to presumably his mother. He didn't judge me from what I could see. He just, accepted it and just found a solution.

I thought this whole family didn't really want me. Or at least that was the vibe I had detected when I first met them at the brunch two weeks back. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was never hated upon.

But hope never ended well. Hope made you feel important, but it only brought disappointment. And disappointment brought fear. Fear of not being good enough, fear of being left alone again, abandoned. Maybe it's all, false hope.

But maybe, its not.

I shouldn't cave in. But maybe just for a little bit, I could.

With this family.