Waiting For Nick

CHAPTER NINETEEN

When Cissy swung her legs out of the car, they almost didn't reach the ground. She gaped at the house, her feet held in mid-air.
Was this where he lived?
The house was triple the size of hers. All covered in brown marble, the house was a perfect explanation of magnificence. She'd never seen one like it.
It wasn't until Nick chuckled that she realized she'd been gaping like an idiot. Embarrassed, she quickly shut her mouth and finished her grand exit out of the car.
"What? It isn't everyday a girl gets to see houses that speak opulence like this." She said. She shook her head. "You really live here?"
"Uh, obviously." He said, coming to stand by her.
She rolled her eyes at him.
Of course, she thought. She shouldn't have been surprised. He's always modelled very nice outfits at school. She heard him chuckle again.
"Are we gonna go in or...?"
She smiled at him and began to walk up the porch, Nick in tow.
When he rang the doorbell, an elderly woman appeared at the door seconds later. She took a look at them and smiled.
"Afternoon, Lily." Nick greeted as the woman stepped aside to let them in.
"Hey, Nicky." The woman replied, a smile plastered on her face. She turned to Cissy as she shut the door behind them. "Hi, there."
"Hello, I'm Cissy."
For a moment, Cissy saw Lily's eyes flicker between herself and Nick, as excitement filled her face. "You found her?!"
Confusion took over Cissy. What was she talking about?
"Found who?" Nick asked, just as confused, before realization hit him about something she could not decipher. "Oh, no, Lily. Forget that." He turned to Cissy. "This is Lily, our longtime housekeeper and friend. And Lily, Cissy is a friend from school."
"Its nice to meet you, my dear." Lily beamed at her and ushered them into the house. Looking around, confusion forgotten, Cissy could hardly breathe. The house had ivory-coloured marble floor and cool art adorned the cream walls. In the living room, a huge window covered in white douppioni curtains let in a peek of sunlight. Vases full of white Calla lilies made the room fragrant. And in the centre of the room was a large, well used table.
"You've got a very beautiful house here, Nick." She said finally.
He opened his mouth to reply but was cut short.
"Holy heavens!"
"And that would be Vincent." Nick said sarcastically as he spun around.
Cissy looked up to find a very cute Mini-Nick gaping up at her. And not even two steps behind him, a pretty girl with that same perfect lopsided smile she'd seen on Nick countless times. These had to be the kids he'd been talking about. Were they twins?
"Vincent! No swearing, remember." Lily chided from where she stood.
"What? She's hot!"
Cissy's eyes widened. Did they just say that together? In sync?
Yep, these two definitely were twins. She'd never heard twins speak in sync before, and, God, they looked so cute, she actually began to laugh.
Then it dawned on her what they'd said. Hot? Who calls Cissy Carver hot?
She looked around at Nick who was looking at her. She flushed and looked away. Did he think she was hot, too?
Cissy mentally kicked herself at the thought.
Once again, she heard a chuckle, but this time, it came from Mini-Nick. He'd been watching her.
"She your girlfriend, Nicky?" The girl asked.
Nick smiled and shook his head at her. "You're way too inquisitive for your good, Vicky." He turned to Cissy. "Meet my twelve-year old twin siblings- rug rats if you ask me- Vincent and Victoria. You two, meet Cissy."
"Hi," they both said, again. And Cissy just had to smile.
"Hello, you two." She said, grinning at them.
"So, you his girl?" Vincent asked her.
Cissy quickly said, "no" just as Nick said, "yes".
Cissy turned to Nick, wide eyed. He laughed. "If you could see the look on your face." He mimicked her from before.
"Well, thanks for laughing at my expense." She said, rolling her eyes.
"I'm honoured, milady." He winked at her before leading her away from the twins who had mildly befuddled looks on their faces. He led her up the stairs and a few seconds later, they came to a stop before a door that had a plaque. And on that plaque was boldly written, "Dominick."