Sweet Love #Wattys2016

4 - Unexpected Sight

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His house, no his mansion, is beyond what I expected.

I step out of the limousine when it finally comes to a complete stop, gaping at the immense sight. The silver coating of the paint shines as the blazing sun beats down on it. And the neatly trimmed hedges surround the home in an orderly fashion. The coal-black roof is peaked, slanting down on an angle, while the trims are stained a creamy white.

I gaze to the side of the mansion. Not only is it gigantic, but it overlooks the beach coastline.

"Whoa." I breathe, unable to say anything more.

My father is rich.

My father is rich?

He's been wealthy all this time, living life to the fullest out in California and couldn't even help me and my mother out?

Gregory breaks me from my daze with a little tap on the shoulder. "Ms.Aria, if you could follow me this way." he begins wheeling my suitcases along the front walkway. The stones under our feet are a light shade of gray and twinkle against the sunlight.

I fumble after Gregory.

The moment I step inside the home, the small hairs on my neck prickle against my skin. A glass chandelier hangs over my head and sparkles as it twirls, illuminating light shadows onto my face.

Gregory sets my luggage onto the marble tiles before turning with a soft smile, "Welcome to your fathers humble home."

Humble?

The thought almost makes me chuckle. More like expensive.

Before I have the chance to stammer a response, a slim brunette pops her head from the narrow hallway. As she saunters towards us I notice a glowing smile forming on her small lips.

She reaches a hand towards me. "Hello, you must be Aria?" her teeth shine a bright white. I take her hand reluctantly, nodding.

Who is she? And what is she doing in my father's house? Correction, mansion.

As her grin widens the crinkles below her eyes become more noticeable. She looks around my mother's age.

"Hi. And you are?" Right away my eyes narrow at the unfamiliar woman.

"Linda," her bubbly tone doesn't falter as she pushes a lock of golden brown hair behind her ear. "I'm surprised your father hasn't mentioned anything about me."

She must notice the confused look graved onto my face because she pauses to giggle softly to herself before saying, "I'm your father's fiancée."

Fiancée.

My legs almost give out right then and there.

My dad is getting remarried? And to this woman?

I know my dad and I don't talk much, or at all for that matter, but he should of at least known to prepare me for a revelation like that.

Immediately it feels as if an ignited flame is set off in the bottom of my stomach, threatening to burn me alive. I was forced to travel all the way to California to be told by a complete stranger of my father's remarriage.