"Why did you tell me to where this dress? Isn't it Emma's.?" I ask Blaine in a confused tone. "It is." He kept staring out the window. "Why do you care all you guys did was get in my way your lucky, to be with me. So just be grateful and stay in your own lane." "Well if I'm going to be your wife I want to make sure your going to be ok. there's a reason why I investigated your mission that time. Me and your sister where both worried about you!"
"And look where that brought you, Emma's dead and your even more in my way. You better not act like this at dinner you understand me!" His voice started to raise. He shut me out, again. For the rest of the ride mark kept checking in on me though the mirror above the dashboard.
"Where here." Mark got out of the car to open my door. Blaine got out himself.
- I wish Blaine opened my door
We walked up to the door. Me standing behind Blaine watching as mark drives away.
"Oooo my boy!"the door swings open and there's Ruth (Blaine's mom) rushing out of the house to hug Blaine. She has four kids and neglects all of them except Blaine. She never liked me but I try not to let her get in my head.
"Ohh I missed you so much. Come in come in."
She hold the door open to let us in as I walk in she gives the same glare as she always gave me even when I was in high school.
The house had a tall roof and expensive furniture. She love talking her perfect boy's money.
Me and Blaine walks to the dining room where food was already made. Blaines brothers where there.
John was the oldest he looked like her was about to give a speech even though he is more right then me and Blaine combined. Ruth always loved Blaine more. I'm glad it's not for the money, but for the amount she take from us might seems like it.
Then there's Casper he is the middle child along with Emma but, she could only be here in spirit. Casper looked a little rough to be honest. I was told he just got a divorce with his pregnant wife. He had overgrown his beard and had bags under his eyes. He did comb his hair through, I bet Ruth told him to.
And then the head of the table Blaines dad.
He was a fat man alway having a cigar or a beer in his hand. This time it's a beer. A few years ago Ruth made it a rule no cigars at the dinner table. And when he didn't listen she pulled it out of his mouth and put it out by pressing it to his leg. I wasn't there but john told me the story.
"Sit, sit." Ruth pulls out a chair for Blaine then goes sits down at her seat
