More than a dream come true- M.G

Chapter 18- First Impressions

After the birthday party, the whirlwind of Eurovision preparations consumed our lives. The pace was so fast that there was barely any time left for personal moments.

My days became a blur of interviews, meetings and rehearsals. The only time I saw Marcus or Martinus was during interviews or when we'd all collapse into the hotel after long, exhausting days. There was barely room to breathe, let alone talk.

Tomorrow was a huge day- the first semi-final of Eurovision. Even though Marcus and Martinus had already made it to the final, they were still scheduled to perform in the semi-finals. This meant today was the last day for rehearsals, and the crew had planned for some downtime afterward to recharge before the big night.

I was sitting in front of my desk, my eyes scanning the last few notes for an interview, when I heard a soft knock. The door creaked open, and there they were- Marcus and Martinus with identical mischievous grins on their faces.

They walked into the room like they owned the place and plopped down in front of me, giggling before I could even ask what they were up to.

"You two look like trouble."- I said, narrowing my eyes suspiciously. Martinus winked. "You could say that."- he exchanged a quick glance with Marcus, who chuckled.

I folded my arms, waiting for them to spill whatever they were hiding. After a few jokes and more laughter, Marcus finally leaned forward, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "So, be ready by seven tonight. We're going to dinner."

I arched an eyebrow. "Dinner? Why do I feel like there's more to this?" Martinus grinned, his face lighting up as if he'd been waiting for me to ask. "Oh, just a small detail- you'll be meeting our parents and Emma tonight."

My heart stopped. Their parents. And their sister Emma. I jumped in my seat, my nerves immediately taking over. "What?! Tonight?! Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Both of them burst out laughing at my reaction. Marcus waved his hand dismissively. "Relax, Mathilda. They're super chill. You'll love them."

But I wasn't convinced. This was the first time I was meeting Martinus' family and it felt like such a huge step. My relationship with Martinus was my first serious one, and meeting his parents felt like stepping into a whole new stage of seriousness. What if they didn't like me? What if I made a bad impression? A thousand different "what ifs" ran through my mind.

Martinus, sensing my panic, got up and placed a calming hand on my shoulder. "Hey, you've got nothing to worry about. They're going to love you. I mean, how could they not?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm of thoughts racing through my head. "But... what if they don't? What if I say something stupid, or-"

Martinus cut me off with a kiss on the forehead. "Stop overthinking. I promise, everything will be fine."

I smiled, his words calming me a bit. But my nerves still lingered as I packed up my things. Marcus left and Martinus waited patiently for me to finish up my work. Once I was done, we made our way back to the hotel to get ready.

Back in the room, I stop in front of the closet, scanning through my clothes. I wanted something nice but not over-the-top. My hands settled on a soft lavender dress, elegant, but simple. It had a delicate lace along the sleeves.

After slipping on the dress, I stood in front of the mirror, fixing my hair. I decided to keep it down, letting my natural waves fall around my shoulders. Meanwhile, Martinus had opted for a dark blazer, paired with a white shirt and black trousers. He looked effortlessly handsome as usual.