Scars of your love

Chapter 33

"Is it too much?" I ask, nervously tugging the hem of my dress down.

"How much is too much? And you are asking the least experienced person with this kind of situations." Esme flashes a sheepish smile at me.

"You never met anyone of your boyfriends parents?" I ask incredulously, not believing for a fraction of second that Esme who is a complete charmer haven't been to one of these things in her entire life.

"I did. But ran away through the middle of the lunch and never looked back." Her eyes glazed, looking lost in the memories of her past.

"Wow. So he wasn't worth it?" I reapply lip gloss on my lips to make them extra glittery. Esme mutters something inaudible under her breath and shakes her head.

When I was younger around twelve or thirteen years old, I woke up in the middle night when I heard noises and chattering coming from downstairs. In my drowsy state, I dragged myself downstairs to see what all the commotion is about. In the living, I found mom whose arms are wrapped around Esme who was crying her eyes out about something, but before I can make them aware they have an uninvited guest, my dad came from behind with a glass of water in his hand and hushed me into my bedroom. Through all this, I heard one name, Daniel. I know that he is Esme's ex and that she is still not over him because whenever I mention about dating she shuts off or changes the subject. And I know better than to ask her about him.

I know that she is thinking about him right now.

"Does it matter? I was never ready to meet his parents, it is a big step."

"So what you are saying is you don't want to me to meet Alex parents because this is way too fast?" I turn around to face her with a smirk plastered o my face.

"Don't twist my words, young lady." She points a finger in my direction. "I am talking about my past, not saying you to follow it." She gets up from the bed and moves towards me and places her hands in my shoulders, squeezing them assuringly. "Now coming to the matter on the hand. You look perfect. They will love you." I smile brightly at her, basking in the assurance and confidence which she is giving me.

The phone rings filling up the apartment with its mildly irritating sound.

"He is here." Esme sings in high pitch voice, clearly thrilled like a four-year-old and moving to the living room to tell the concierge to let Alex come up.

"Please don't embarrass me." I say as soon as she puts the phone handle down.

"I am at my best behaviour." She lifts her chin as if she is proving a point.

"I don't know how in the world did you end up as a journalist." She simply winks at me. At the chime of the bell, I quickly dart to the door beating Esme.

As soon as my eyes fall on Alex, my breath is stolen away. He is dressed in a navy blue shirt which looks like it has moulded to fit his perfect physique. I so rarely have seen him dressed in formal, but man he should wear those even more. The shirt is bringing out the blue of his eyes even more and with every second passing, I question myself even more whether this person belongs to me or not. Someone clears the throat, clearly dragging me out of my fantasy.

"Come on in." I whisper feeling shy all of the sudden. Alex gives a lopsided smile and enters the apartment.

"Hello, Ms.Reed." Alex greets, shocking me by still remembering Esme's Surname which I must have hardly mentioned once or twice in a conversation.

"Call me Esme, please. Finally got a chance to meet you."

"Yes. Tris talks about you all the time."