Mail Ordered Bride

Part 15

I was cleaning the kitchen while Becky was testing out another one of her Father's game when someone knocks on the door, I put down the dish that I drying to answer it when the gamer pauses her game to answer it to see that it's Irin with a guy that I never seen before. This guy has short raven hair that's pulled back in a ponytail with the side bang covering his left eye, sun kissed skin from long exposure to the sun, he isn't very that tall but he's taller than the three of us while wearing a long sleeved white dress shirt tugged into a pair of black skinny jeans with a black vest over it and red beret.

"Hey lass, look who I found at the airport" Irin said grinning.

"Marshall?" Becky asked surprised. "I thought that you were in Paris for that internship with Oliver. Is he with you?"

"Well Bon jour to you too Becky" Marshall said chuckling. "To answer your question, I was in Paris but I complete my internship and now I'm back here for an interview for a job with Vogue magazine. Yes, Oliver is with me but he went to go see his parents"

"Congrats Marshmallow" Becky said hugging him.

"Oh my God, will you ever stop calling me that godforsaken nickname?" Marshall pouted.

"No" Becky said giggling.

"So where's this girlfriend that I heard so much about on the way?" Marshall asked putting a hand on his hip.

"Oh Freen, you're gonna love her" Becky said turning to see me standing awkwardly in the doorway of the kitchen."Freen, c'mere for a sec. There's someone that I want you to meet"

I walked over towards the three nervously, looking down at my feet because I do not know what to do or what say but I did not have to when I am forced to look into one intense brown eye staring me in face, analyzing me. Marshall lets go of my chin before giving me a kind smile as he looks at Irin over his shoulder

"Wow, you were right Irin, she is gorgeous"

"When am I ever wrong?" Irin asked crossing her arms.

"Sorry about that, Freen. Marshall can a little... intense at times but he means well" Becky whispers into my ear.

"It is quite alright, Becky" I said with a nod.

"What is this that I hear about you going to an award ceremony in a week?" Marshall asked turning his attention to Becky.

"It's a game testing event. It's no biggie" Becky said shrugging her shoulders.

"And you're nominated for something right?" Marshall asked raising an eyebrow.

"She is nominated for two categories" I answered.

"Then it's a big deal. You need to look good for it because clothing makes the man or the woman in this case" Marshall said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I have a suit, Marshall and I'm not changing it" Becky said crossing her arms.

"Ugh fine but I get to dress your girlfriend though" Marshall said smirking.

"Are you okay with that, Freen? You don't have to if you want to" Becky said looking at me with a concerned look.

"I am sure that I will be fine, Becky and Irin will be with us" I said squeezing her hand reassuringly.

"See. Come ladies, we have some shopping to get done" Marshall said clapping his hands together.

"Whoopee" Irin said unenthusiastically.

"Turning you into a girly girl is going to be my life's mission even if it kills me" Marshall said pointing a finger at Irin.

"Least we'll know how you died" Irin replies.