Chapter 16
{This scene will take off during the dinner date with the Blakewoods, as mentioned in Chapter 15}
"Do I look fine? Does my butt look to big here? Is my hair alright? Where is my phone? What-"
"Val, you seriously need you to shut up," Hunter laughed. "You're worried, I get it but seriously. Shut up."
"I take serious offence-" I began.
"Oh, look at the time, it's time to meet the rents. Let's go, we're going to be late. It won't be a good impression, would it?" He asked.
I shook my head hurriedly. "No, of course not!"
Damn, the last bit made it so obvious I'm nervous. It was in a high pitch. Kill me now.
"You don't need to be nervous, they're just my parents. Nothing big." He shrugged, leading to to his car.
"I can't help it! They're my future in-laws." I freaked.
"Breath, Valentine. You won't make it to Blakewood Estate when you're hyperventilating like that."
"Do I look fine?" I asked one last time.
"You look beautiful." Hunter gave me a glance.
I blushed, "thanks."
My goodness. What is he doing to me? I could barely remember why I hated him. Why exactly did I hate him? I was so blinded by his cockiness what I never tried being nice to him. I thought he had everyone wrapped around his finger because of his looks. No denying the fact that he was hot. Not just hot, he was down right hot. Every girl in school swooned, imagining themselves with him. Then there was me. It seems like I was the only one who hated him to bits and did everything to resist him. Why though? Everyone used to tell me to give him another chance, and I didn't. Now I finally did and I saw the good in him. All of his good traits.
"We're here," Hunter said, snapping me out of my mental rant.
"Oh. Um.. right," I mumbled. "Right, of course."
"What happened to you? Just a minute ago you were so jumpy and nervous and now.. you're in a daze."
"Um, I... don't. Of course not.. I'm fine, really I am." I stammered. "Let's just go."
We entered the giant front doors of the Blakewood household. When we called our house a mansion, they called their house a palace. A freaking palace.
"What now? You're starring. It's awkward." Hunter said, impatiently standing on the thresh hold.
"Oh, right. Sorry, its just that your house looks like a freaking palace." I replied, hurrying after him.
"This isn't a palace, it's a manor. And this house has been in the family for decades.
"It's so cool! Did you guys renovate anything here?" I asked, gazing around.
"Probably some stuff; like the paint, furnitures, and other stuff." He shrugged.
"Cool, that's so awesome." I gasped, pointing at the giant portrait on the wall in front of us. "Is that you?"
"Yes," he sighed, "that's me. I was nine back then so I was labeled as cute and not handsome yet."
"You're such an asshole." I nudged his side. "But you were cute."
I looked at the nine-year-old Hunter in the portrait, he was wearing a suit and his hair was styled very well. Beside him were his parents. Kristine and Logan were wearing formal wear too.
"C'mon. The dinner hall is this way." He led me to a giant room, which he called a dinner hall.
It wasn't modern. In fact, it looked like something out of a historical Romeo-Juliet scene. The dinner table was middle sized and there was a chandelier above the table. The table was set beautifully.
"Valentine, welcome to our home!" Kristine happily walked towards us and gave me a hug.
"Hey, mom." Hunter said as she gave him a kiss on the cheek. "Where's dad?"
"He'll be here in a minute, he's in his study." She motioned towards the table. "Let's start eating."
We sat down and began eating. "This lasagna is so delicious!" I said in between mouthfuls.
"Oh, thank you! I made it just this afternoon while you guys were in school." Kristine smiled.
"What do you guys do?" I asked. "As in like, your business."
"We own a restaurant chain all around America." Hunter replied.
"No wonder your mom cooks food like heaven!" I sighed happily. "What restaurants do you own?"
"It's a lot I can't even mention all of them." Hunter said slowly.
"Oh, well. That's alright." I replied.
"Sorry I'm late," Logan Blakewood grinned sheepishly as he took his place in the head of the table. "Work these days, I swear it's eating up all my time."
"Hey dad." Hunter said.
"Hi, Logan." I smiled.
"Hey, kiddo and kiddo's finacee." He joked. "Oh, this is my favorite." He said, looking at his plate of lasagna.
"Kristine makes a mean lasagna. You hould rub off on my mo, her cooking is horrible." I said.
"I always tell her that, but she just brushes me off!" She laughed, agreeing.
"So do you kids have your invites design ready?" Logan asked.
"No," I replied frowning. "We couldn't do it this week, we have a full schedule."
"And mom, why is it so important to get all of these ready within a month? The wedding will be in two." Hunter groaned.
"Oh shush, you. It's important to let people know early so they can clear their schedule for the both of you." Kristine replied dismissively.
"The next month will be big for the both of you, kiddos." Logan said casually.
Hunter tossed him a curious look, "what do you mean by that, dad?"
"Nothing!" Kristine interrupted quickly. "It's nothing, don't mind your dad, Olivander."
I snorted, "Yeah, Olivander."
"I think you guys are hiding something from us," Hunter said.
"We're not. How dare you accuse us?" She asked, outraged.
"Mom, you get all dramatic when you're lying." Hunter rolled his eyes.
"Am not," she retorted, "I--"
"Let's all just eat in peace, Kristie." Logan interrupted.
Well, that shut her up.
