SINcere.

Insecurity and over reactions.

Two months later and my girl is busier and busier with the family lawyer and the legal documentations. Who knew that getting a humongous inheritance would involve such a great deal of paper work and meetings? We barely get more than two hours to ourselves during the day, because it's either she has to meet up with Mr. Foyer, the lawyer or her father -the man I loathe with all my heart- or her other relatives.  

Funny thing is, some of the relatives just popped out of nowhere. Before, Eve had never even heard of them, until recently. But that's how it is when you've got eight hundred million dollars to your name and some other noteworthy assets. I personally don't know what else she has inherited, because she refused to disclose that to me; and you know what? I'm more than okay with that. I don't want her money, like those greedy people she calls family. She's still with me and I'm more than glad. 

And speaking of family, Fey left the day after we met at the cemetery. She said she had to go back to the city, because she had school to attend. She's doing a Fine Arts degree. Well that's what I think she told me. Fey said she would be in touch-that she would call and text and send me postcards of dancing frogs-but she hasn't done that so far.

It's been eight weeks and no text, no call or voice mail and not even a silly animal post card. So much for wanting to be close to her 'big bro', but I really don't care. I've haven't relied on any family member since you died. I made that decision, because it only hurts a little when you lose them. Eve is the only person I have let in into my heart during the past seven years, because she was the only one who didn't see me as the troubled good-for-nothing I was and still am. 

''Reservation for Mr. Elijah Parkinson?'' My girl says to the young male waiter at the front of the fancy restaurant we just entered. The blond waiter checks the reservation book and Eve glances behind her. She grins at me and I force a smile. She doesn't seem to notice that my smile is nervous and fake, and I wonder why. Maybe that's a good thing. She turns back to the waiter who is speaking to her. I have to keep up my façade for the evening, and sadly for me, it's going to be a very, very long night. 

''Right this way ma'am...'' He moves out of his booth and glances at Eve's hand now holding mine and then his eyes move onto my face. ''Sir.'' The word sounds forced, but I brush it off. Whatever his problem is, he can shove it up his rear. I've got better things to worry about. 

We walk past the small area and round a corner into an elaborate setting fit for Kings. The first thing that catches my attention is the awesome chandelier in the middle of the great dining area. The diamonds and crystals that fall underneath it shine and glisten, pulling the whole room together. I also take notice of the way the light reflected off the grand chandelier falls over the expensive and shiny suits and dresses I see around here. The people, who are sitting in here, laughing and eating with no care in the world, are truly made of real money. The whole place looks like a room cut out of a Victorian times castle. 

The waiter is still guiding Eve and I through the tables that are already occupied and I feel multiple eyes landing upon us. I can't help it but look at what I'm wearing. I have on an old tux that I wore for prom four years ago, which surprisingly still fits my twenty two year old body. It makes me feel so insecure. I see couples, young and old alike, chuckling and glancing our way; it makes me feel like they are laughing at me. I wouldn't blame them if they are though and to my irritation, that makes me more nervous about tonight. 

Thankfully Eve's hand is still wrapped around my own, calming me a little. To distract myself from being more nervous and irritated, I glance away from the rich idiots and focus on my beautiful girl. She is walking with ease, casually in conversation with the waiter. I don't pay attention to that; I have no energy to, but instead I put my eyes solely on Eve's hair, which has grown longer in the past two months. The hair is braided into a French braid and falls over her shoulder just a little. Her small body is covered with a gorgeous white and sequined dress. It's long sleeved and reaches to the purple carpeted floor we are walking on.