Although it's the First Time

Chapter Ten: The Morning After Dinner

He said yes.

After Mother ordered me to invite Vincent for dinner, I went back to his place, knocked on the door, invited him with a glare and he still said yes.

Sitting at the dinner table with a variety of expressions.
Mother looked ordinarily happy, Dad had a neutral look, Vincent put on an innocent mask and I stared daggers at him.

I'm sure he clearly knew that I had wanted him to decline the invitation, yet he accepted it. My biggest concern had been that some crazy fangirl would be watching through my windows with extra large spectacles. Of course that sounds ridiculous, but it does not sound impossible.

"So, Vincent! Did you just meet Violet for the first time today or is there history between you two," Mother asked happily dismissing the stiff aura.

"Mom," I grumbled in irritation. I looked over at Dad for some support, but he looked just as  interested in the answer to come.

"No actually," Vincent began. He set his fork down and wiped the corners of his mouth with the napkin on his lap, before continuing. "I met her on her very first day of school in front of Mrs. Gregory's vendor."

"Is that so?" asked Dad, taking a spoon full of potatoes into his mouth. He glanced over at me and raised an eyebrow.

"Mhm, in fact, we literally bumped into each other," Vincent laughed.

I raised my left hand up, setting my elbow onto the table, to cover the embarrassment that was creeping onto my face.

"That sounds just like Violet. Always running into things," Mother giggled, looking over to me. "Violet, table manners," she warned under her breath, while eyeing my elbow.

I quickly removed it and looked down at my plate to hide the pink spreading across my cheeks and the red tainting my ears, "Sorry."

"Then what else?" Dad questioned, eager to figure out if there was any "funny business".

Vincent's laughed smoothed into a small chuckle. "She just bought a few nectarines and bumped into me as she was turning around. Unfortunately, she dropped two. I apologized and offered to buy her more, but she dashed off saying that she had to meet her counselor with peachy pink cheeks. Just like now," Causing everyone to turn their attention to me.

Sadly, the red on my ears conquered the areas on my cheeks, making me look like a bright tomato.

"She doesn't look very peachy to me," Dad commented, holding back his laugh.

"She looks like a cute strawberry now, doesn't she," Vincent encouraged.

"Aww, she's blushing. I'd suggest you accost now," Mother winked at Vincent.

I looked from Mother to Vincent as they laughed and giggled at her suggestion. I finally set my gaze on Dad as humor dripped onto his expressionless face. I rolled my eyes in displeasure.

"How would you like some fruit for dessert, Vincent?" Mother asked with a big smile still plastered on her lips.

"That'd be lovely, Mrs. Lee. Thank you," Vincent replied with his own big smile.

"Great! Let me clean up the table first and I'll bring some to the living room," Mother exclaimed, picking up the dishes.

"Here, let me help," Vincent began picking up a few dishes himself.

At this point my mind was spinning. Every word spoken sounded so theatrical, it was as if they were reading from a script. I sunk my head in my hands and shook my head as if it would make this event disappear.