Promise [{Completed}]

7

I can't believe the Broncos won again. Whatever! Here's another early update. Sorry if it's boring, my weeks have not been so good and I guess it's affecting my writing too. Give me your thoughts, tell me what you think.
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"Dinner is almost ready and mom is getting a little too excited to meet you," Dimitri sticks his head in the room.

"We'll be down there in a sec," Dayah smiles.

After meeting me, the girls dragged me upstairs to get to know me better. They started doing my hair, painting my nails all the while trying to get to know me.

I was a little overwhelmed because they would argue on what color my nails should be and what style they should do my hair. I just tried staying quiet and didn't say anything when the pulled my hair. Eventually they would ask me to come in the middle of the argument but I only answered with nods or quiet 'Yeses' and 'No's.'

The whole time I was planning on how to get back at Damien for leaving me alone to fend for myself with his sisters. Don't get me wrong, I didn't have a problem with them, I just wasn't comfortable.

When they finished braiding my hair and giving up on deciding whether to paint my nails blue or mint, we go downstairs. As we enter the kitchen the smell of something delicious hits my sense of smell.

"What smells amazing?" I sigh.

"That would be me, well actually it's the food but technically I made it," says a woman with light brown hair, almost red.

She had a kind smile which would make you feel right at home. She was tall and she had a beige long pencil skirt with a white blouse.

"Oh it's so nice to finally meet you, Damien talks about you a lot and I have been dying to meet you," she gives my a tight hug.

"He talks about me?" I question.

"All good things, all good things," she chuckles.

"Dimitri lead this fine young woman to the dinning room.," she shoos us away.

"Well that was..."

"Weird," Dimitri chuckles.

"Interesting," I finish.

"My mom gets excited when we make friends, she thinks we are loners at school but truth is we'd rather not bring friends over because she might scare them away," he shrugs.

"Should I be worried," I snort.

"No, I mean you survived with my mom. Their is no doubt my dad will love you too," he shrugs.

Dimitri leads me to the dinning room. The table was long and elegant, like the ones you would see in large mansions. It had a nice view of the back yard which was nice and large, decorated with various amounts of flowers.

The had a chandelier hanging over the table and a large bouquet of flowers in the middle.

I take a seat and admire the elegance of the decor but also that it had a nice homy touch to it.

"You're alive!" Damien smirks as he takes a seat next to me.

"Was I not supposed to?" I chuckle.

"Wow I'm surprised you survived that long with them," he smiles.

"Sorry I am late, I'm here now, let's eat!" A deep voice says.

A man walks in dressed in a business suit. He was rubbing his hands ready to eat but Mrs. Grace smacks his hand.

"Daniel don't be rude, we have a guest," she chides her husband.

The man looks up and he finally realizes I'm here.