A Cappella Academy {IN THE PROCESS OF EDITING}

Chapter 25-Meeting the Father and Other Problems

I have to admit I have never been so nervous before in my entire life. Okay, may be when I first had to go on stage but that wasn't nerves that was being petrified for my dear life. Today I am meeting Blake's father.

Blake and I have been dating for few months now and I finally get to actually meet his father at his house, I would've met him before but meeting a dean at a school is a lot different than meeting my boyfriend's father.

We are having dinner and I can't stop feeling the butterflies flapping around in my stomach. I swear this is almost as bad as my stage freight I think I'm going to be sick.

I re-examined myself making sure not one hair was out of place in my gentle brown locks. My fuchsia dress was perfectly un-wrinkled and my black flats were perfectly, well, black. I smiled as I saw my drop dead gorgeous boyfriend, Blake. I mean I don't want to brag or anything but, I'm dating the best guy in the entire universe. His chocolate hair was perfectly messy and completely threw off his nice white collared shirt and dress pants.

"Wow," Blake's mouth dropped. "If I must say so myself you look beautiful."

"Well you look pretty nice yourself," I smirked.

"Are you ready?"

I sighed, "As ready as I'll ever be."

Blake closed the door behind me as he wrapped his arm around my waist and led me out to the limo. Oh did I forget to mention that? Blake's family is extremely wealthy, like mansions and butlers wealthy. So, you could see how a commoner like myself would feel a little out of place in the hands of royalty. Sure, they aren't actually royalty, but they might as well be.

"Are you okay? Belle, you look like you're gonna be sick," Blake handed me a bottle of water.

"I'm fine just a little nervous," I admitted.

Blake brought my hands into his and my eyes just melted into his. "I promise it will be okay. I will be by your side the entire night."

"Okay that makes me feel a little better."

My eyes turned into saucers as we pulled up to Blake's mansion. This may have been the biggest building I have ever seen before in my life. It looks exactly like the white house with the grand white pillars and lovely marbled stairs leading up to the gigantic front door.

"Are you ready milady?" Blake bowed before me.

"Why thank you kind sir," I mocked in the best British accent I've ever done before.

"Welcome back Mr. Richards and welcome Ms. Walker," Marvin said. "Right this way," he directed us through the grand hallways as we made our way to the dining room. Marvin was the butler of the Richards' household.

As I entered the room the aroma of steak and lobster entered my nostrils. Awaiting our arrival, I saw Mr. Richards.

"It's nice to finally meet you Annabelle," Mr. Richards bellowed as he extended his hand forward for me to shake. I grabbed his hand and shook it daintily.

"It's nice to finally meet you too Mr. Richards," I smiled.

"Well let's not let this drag on any more than it needs to shall we?" Mr. Richards used his hands to direct us further into the room. Blake pulled out a chair for me and I gave him a smile of tacit thankfulness.

I have to admit meeting Mr. Richards was kind of intimidating. Even though he was smiling it's as if his eyes were sending me daggers. He looked almost heartbroken.

"So, Annabelle what makes you think you are worthy of my son?" Mr. Richards asked blatantly.

"Dad," Blake said slightly embarrassed.