The clock read 8:04pm we need to be at his parents by 8:30pm. I put the finishing touches of mascara on.
"You ready Nicole?" I looked at Geoffrey who had a smile graced across his lips. I smiled and nodded my head. I walked out the bathroom and we called an Uber who would be taking us to his parents home.
We took the elevator down to the lobby. We went out the lobby doors and headed to the car our uber driver was driving. We got in and Geoffrey told him the address. Within 20 minutes we were there. Geoffrey paid and we headed to the door of his parents home.
I rang the doorbell and his mother answered the door with a smile. Geoffrey hugged his mother and I smiled at the interaction.
"Hey Mom." I hugged her next and after she closed the door and we all headed into the dining room. Everyone was seated and Geoffrey and I sat next to each other at the table.
"What kind of wine do you like to drink?" I smiled at his little brother Jonathan. I thought about it for a minute.
"Ummm well it depends on what we're having?" He smiled sweetly at me.
"Fettuccini Alfredo." I nodded my head slowly and took a second.
"A white wine most definitely." He smiles and chooses a white wine. His mother brings out the food and we all begin to eat. I feel somebody's eyes on me and I look up to see Frederick staring at me. I look away and go back to my food. I really don't want to make a big scene.
"So Nicole..." I look up slowly at Frederick. What the hell does he want from me? This shit is not Vampire Diaries. You are not Damon and Geoffrey is not Stefan and I'm not Elena goddamn stop with this whole competition he is trying to make.
"Yes?" I said calmly and I sat back in my seat and crossed my arms. I'm going to keep my cool.
"You do know you're Geoffrey's second wife?" I sighed and rolled my eyes and I smiled slightly.
"Yes I do know." he chuckled and again I was trying not to be a smartass. I mean what is so funny?
"And you don't think that's weird that they're still friends?" I took a sip of my wine and smiled. I shook my head and went back to eating.
"Frederick, I really don't know what you're trying to do, but whatever it is stop." I looked at Geoffrey and face was very serious. He looked like he wanted to jump over the table and punch him in the face.
The silence came back again and I did my best to not say anything. Why was the target of this man's questions? I just want a break from his stares and questions. I'm telling you his attitude must ruin his looks that would explain why he has no girl on his arm. Damnnnnnn Nicole you're on one let me stop.
"Okay everyone go to the living room. Can someone put the dishes in the sink please?" I stood up first physically volunteering myself because I don't want to be in a room with Frederick at this moment.
"I'll do it." Everyone else went into the living room and I began to clean the dishes off the table.
"You need help." I dreaded the voice I heard and just looked at Frederick. The dishes that were already in my hand I went into the kitchen and put them in the sink. He came in and was close behind me and put the dishes he had in the sink. I moved to the side quickly not really wanting him behind me. He sat on the counter by the sink. I went back out in the dining room and grabbed the last dishes. I went back into the kitchen and put them in the sink.
"What do you see in him?" I looked at him and rested my hand on the counter and put my other hand on my hip.
"I see truth and a lover. I see my husband." I heard him laugh and I looked at him.
"What the fuck is so funny?" He looked at me surprised and I shrugged again. I mean honestly what is so funny.
"Your explanation. He's going to break your heart. He's a cheater and a liar." I stepped closer to him. He stood up and looked down at me.
"No shit, but I love him the way he is. Isn't he your brother? Why are you trying to ruin his life?" I said through clenched teeth as I pointed at him. I saw him roll his eyes and smirk.
"That's nice that you know that, but that also makes you stupid. He may be my brother, but everyone knows he doesn't deserve half the shit he gets." I looked away and then looked at him rolling my eyes.
"I'm not a product." he put his hand on my chin.
"Sure you're not." I slapped his hand then his face. I squatted down a little.
"You may say I'm stupid, but I say I'm understanding. Clearly something you don't know about and last time I checked I'm a person not something you sell." I walked away and he grabbed my arm and made me face him.
"Baby I'm just telling you the truh you're in for a rude awakening." He let go and I walked away and Into the living room. I sat next to Geoffrey and he held on to me.
"Geoffrey when are you going to cut your hair? Don't you think he should cut it Nicole?" I looked at his mother and smiled. I played with the strands hanging out his manbun.
"No I like it." he kissed my lips and stuck his tongue out at her and she shook her head and laughed.
"I think you should cut it." I laughed and put my arms around his neck. I kissed his cheek and smiled.
"Nah my wife loves it." I laughed again and laid my head on his shoulder.
"I'm sorry we couldn't come to your show opening Geoffrey." I felt his body slump a little and I looked at his face which told it all. His parents must must not support his art career.
"I know." he looked away and rubbed his forehead.
"It's just..." He looked at his dad who was about to speak and he held his hand up telling him to stop.
"You don't think it's a real career." I stared at his father. He needs to walk on eggshells with him. I rubbed his back and was hoping he wouldn't blow up.
"You don't think what I do is a real career." His father stood up which tells me he has no care.
"Because it isn't." Geoffrey stood up and walked towards him.
"Fuck you dad. You'll never understand that my art means someth-" I sat at the edge of my seat. His sister Melissa left the room and Jonathan and Frederick stood by. Mrs. Vargas stood up by his father.
"Your art doesn't mean shit." I saw Geoffrey hands ball up. I stood up and grabbed his arm.
"You don't know that Mr. Vargas. You weren't there clearly. You don't much about your son's art. You know what they call him? Do you?" It was pure silence and I smirked and nodded.
"I didn't think so. They call him the storyteller because he paints the struggles of immigrants and African Americans. He paints the struggles of ancestors and maybe the struggles you went through Mr. Vargas. I think you should know before you speak. Until then don't. C'mon baby let's go." He grabs my hand and Jonathan volunteers to drive us back to the hotel.
