He's not my dad

Part 16

We were sat in Greg's car discussing the upcoming night. We were going to an opera, Greg had booked a private box to see carmen. I wasn't particularly interested in the opera it wasn't really my thing but Greg had been so excited. He had sent me an email at work when he had managed to procure a box.

I couldn't ruin it for him by telling him I wasnt excited, I had been dreading it. I had no idea what to wear or what to expect. I had called my mother for her advice although I didn't tell her who I was attending with. Greg and I were very much in a secret relationship. I was worried what people at work would say and although Greg said he didn't care I knew he did. How could he not care, people would have an opinion.

He would be called a cradle robber and I would be the gold digger. I wasn't ready to be judged for something else.

I was dressed in a floor length midnight blue gown with my hair delicately pinned on my head. Greg's hair was slicked back and he wore a black tuxedo, he looked handsome as always. He really looked great in a suit, he had me licking my lips.

"Were here" Greg said as the car stopped.

I looked out of the window and took a deep breath as I saw other women dressed in gown like me. I was happy that I wouldn't look out of place.

Greg took my arm in his as he guided me inside the grand building. We were given a programme and shown to the box that we were sharing with 4 other people.

I sat on the seat and messed on my phone as Greg looked at the programme. He mentioned a few facts about the performers and the history of  the opera , he was so passionate about it. I tried to act interested but i don't think I'm that good of an actress, I don't think Greg noticed though.

Their was an elderly couple sat to our right who were chatting happily , when they heard how enthusiastic Greg was they started to speak to him.

"Hi I'm Jonathon Baxter, this is my wife Nancy" the small man with the shock white hair said as he outstretched his hand to greg.

"A pleasure  I meet you, I'm Greg and this is Taylor" Greg said with confidence.

Nancy leant forward to speak to me, "your dress is gorgeous dear, you look wonderful"

I smiled "thank you, I love your suit too. Are you excited for charmin"

Nancy laughed "you mean carmen"

I laughed and told her I did, I told her it was my first time at the opera.

"Did your dad drag you along" she said gesturing to Greg.

I could see Greg looked just as uncomfortable as the first time someone assumed he was my father, I don't think it will ever get easier.

"He's not my dad"

"Oh" Nancy said looking from Greg to i. I could see that she was trying to connect the dots.

I dont know if it's because we were at the opera or if it was the fact that Nancy wore a red dress but I found myself thinking about the film pretty woman. I used it as my inspiration.

"I charge by the hour for my company" I said. I don't know how I managed to keep a straight face but somehow I did.

Nancy looked like she had seen a ghost, I think she was appalled. Nancy just nodded and sat back in her chair.