The Family Man

Chapter 22

The day with Claire and Heather was surprisingly wonderful; they made me laugh a lot. They told me stories about Ethan when he was younger, they were hilarious. The day went by too fast and I had to return home, call Brandy and get ready for the charity party. Tyrone and the driver took me home after I told Claire and Heather good bye.

I sat in my room looking in the mirror wondering how I should do my hair. I applied make up and put on red lipstick, I did my hair in a side sweep. Ethan said he would pick me up at 7. I had my dress on and Brandy was already here waiting for me to leave.

"Brandy how do I look?" I asked while I was coming down the stairs.

"You look stunning." She said with a broad smile. I just hope Ethan likes it too. I got my coat I put it over my dress and waited for my prince charming to come. I sat there for a few minutes having small talk with Brandy, the doorbell and got up to get it I opened it and there he was in his tuxedo.

"Good evening my lady." He said.

"Good evening my lord." I giggled.

"I love that giggle. We are late so let's go." He linked our arms and we walked to the car, I slid in before him. The car door closed and we were on our way, he held on to my hand the whole drive neither of us said anything. The car stopped and there were blinding lights which made me nervous again. My palms were sweating and my hands were trembling.

"Nervous?" He asked.

"Yes, how do you know?"

"Your palms are wet and trembling."

"Sorry about that." I tried to slide my hands out of his.

"It's okay, but we need to get out of the car." He said as I know saw that the door was open for us to get out. "Ready?" He stepped out and I took a deep breath.

"Ready." I shrugged off the coat and stepped out the flashes made me tumble but Ethan held me up. Thank God for him. He looked down at my dress and frowned. What now? We walked without stopping to talk to any reporters. We reached inside and I sighed in relief.

"Are you serious with this dress?" He snarled.

"What's wrong with my dress?"

"Your belly is showing."

"It's just my belly plus your mother and sister said it looked good."

"They said that, well as soon as I get home I will shred this wretched dress." He looked at it in disgust. Was my dress that dreadful?

"But it's not revealing." I said quietly as a few men walked up to us.

"I don't care." He said loud enough for me to hear. The men greeted him and I tried to slip away from him but he held on to my hand. I was bored with business talk and I was thirsty.

"I'm going to the bar to get a drink." I told him. He shook his head and released my arm. I walked to the bar and sat on the stool the bartender had his back turned to me. "Bartender" I said.

"Yes?" He turned around it was the guy from the bar. "Well hello there." He smiled. "What can I get you?" He asked.

"Drake right? White Russian but without the rum." I smiled.

"So you want crème then." He said getting the drink. He poured the milk in the glass and handed it to me.

"Thanks." I took it and drank the milk; it felt good going down my throat it was cool and refreshing.

"So how are you Cassabelle?" He asked.

"I'm okay, how are you?" I asked.

"I'm okay, so what are you doing in a boring place like this?"