wildest dreams- 198nights

26. This is me trying

1989's POV

"Oh my God!" I screamed as I almost slipped on the marble steps leading to the restaurant. Several elegantly dressed people turned their heads in my direction but I don't have time to worry about it now.

Midnights had talked me into joining her for dinner with her grandparents and I was already totally late. Getting to the Upper East Side in the evening was a near-miracle. The concierge opened door for me and as I stepped inside the smell of wood and vanilla hit me.

I looked around the restaurant, most of the tables were taken which made it difficult to find the right one. I felt so bad that I was so late and I cursed myself for it in my mind constantly. I was always so punctual, why did my life hate me today?

"There you are! Come on" I heard Midnights voice who immediately grabbed my hand and started walking towards the table. I was so grateful to her because I don't think I would have ever made my way over there.

Her hair was styled in slight, really hard to notice waves pinned partly with hair clip studded with crystals. She was wearing a little black dress with lace inserts. She looked absolutely breathtaking.

As soon as we approached the table everyone immediately stood up and Midnights let go of my hand.

"Good evening, I am very sorry for being so late" I said, trying not to sound stupid or rude. Midnights' grandparents exchanged glances, then her grandmother looked at me, forcing a smile.

"Don't worry about it, the most important thing is that you are here" Midnights' mom assured me, smiling warmly and placing a hand on my shoulder for reassurance. Delilah didn't look like she was enjoying her own parents' company very much.

"Thank you" I replied gracefully, smiling back.

"So you must be 1989, nice to meet you, I'm Lucy but Mrs. Sparks is enough for you to call me" she came up to me and shook my hand. I noticed immediately that both of Midnights' grandparents had a British accent. Lucy wore an elegant cream blazer and a fitted, below-the-knee skirt in the same color. Her dark blond, almost brown hair reached behind her ears and was perfectly styled. She wore a pearl necklace around her neck and matching earrings.

"It's my pleasure to meet you, ma'am" I responded as politely as I could. She seemed to be someone who had a hard time gaining favor, and I already had the impression that she didn't like me.

I greeted the others quickly, but the whole time I felt Mrs. Sparks' sharp gaze on me. I sat next to Midnights, across from me was her parents, to my right was Lucy and on the other side of the table her husband.

We began to look through the menu in total silence, interrupted only by soft jazz music playing in the background and some banter from Delilah Haze. I looked at the names of dishes trying to find something appropriate, classic but not boring or ordinary. I tried to ignore the fact that I probably couldn't even pronounce half of those names correctly.

A waiter approached us and began taking our order.

"And coffee in a large cup, please" Midnights' mother added, smiling. The waiter frowned confused at her request.

"Delilah, it's 7pm" Lucy looked at her daughter with a reproachful look.

"I'm sorry madam, but we don't serve coffee at this hour" waiter said, clearly confused, and Delilah looked at us in disbelief hoping for support. Midnights rolled her eyes and I just smiled, too stressed to say anything.

"Fine, I'll have a white wine" she said dissatisfied, closing the menu in front of her. Lucy sighed at this and continued placing our order.

While waiting for the order some kind of conversation developed that I could barely focus on.