Cassidys POV
"Cassidy, darling. Come sit with us." A very curvy woman said from across the room. I looked up and around. This room was huge. A roaring fireplace and a very long mahogany table. It had food from one end to the other. A clear crystal chandelier hung from the wide, tall ceiling. Jackson let out a low whistle. "Nice place." He said, nodding to the woman.
"Why, thank you, love." She said standing up. I recognized her from older movies I had seen and pictures. She was my mum. She had a very distinct Brittish accent. She walked across the room towards jackson and I. Jackson held my hand tighter and pulled me closer. He placed his lips on my hair and whispered in my ear. "I don't trust them." Then he straightened up and met my mom.
He grabbed her hand and kissed it. "Hello Ma'am." he said.
She giggled. Placing a gloved hand over her mouth. Her body had more curves then a winding backroad. Man. I now knew where my boobs and butt came from. She bounded over and placed a kiss on each of my cheeks. I blushed and looked down.
"Hello Mum?" I asked.
"Cassidy darling, I only go by Mummy. Or some other cute nickname. But seems how your my child, you can call me mum."
She walked to the end of the table that she was sitting at when we walked in. "Sit here Love. And Darling, you sit there." She sat Jackson down right next to me. She calls Jackson Love and me Darling. Hurrah.
"So Cassidy." My mother said, sitting down across the table from us. "How is your aunt? Uh Ally? And the modeling going for her?" Hum. She asked, sipping champagne from a glass. It was blood red. After she took a drink her lips were stained red. And she licked them. "Darling. It is so lonely in here. I say we bring some guests in." She whistled. Long and hard.
Slowly people poured in. From several doors. Jackson sat closer to me, and casually draped his arm across the back of my chair. I saw my father among the people. He had guards on either side of him, with...two very familiar faces...
