Solid Ground

♚ Chapter 3

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Melanie

"Darling, be careful with my luggage there." I said to my butler while I pulled my luggage out of the airport.

"Wilson my darling, have you phoned a cab to get us?" I felt exhausted walking around in a pair of four inches tall high heel shoe.

"Yes Milady. It should be just around the corner." Wilson said while leading the way. Wilson has been my butler for ten years, if anyone could be trusted it was him.

Once we reached the cab, Wilson helped me place all the luggage into the car boot. And we started our journey to Marcus's condo.

We reached shortly. I ordered my butler to stay in the cab while waiting for me. I showed my ID to the condo security guard. And took the elevator to the highest floor.

Ring. I pressed the doorbell.

"Nice to see you mother." Marcus opened the door for me. I kissed on both sides of his cheek and invested myself in.

"Lovely to see you darling. Now where is that wife of yours?" I said while clamping my hands together, having a brief look around the penthouse.

"Good evening Mrs Anderson." I couldn't help but notice the nervousness on Riley's face.

"It's my pleasure." I wanted to hug her but somehow we bumped into each other before we could get in sync to hug.

"Ahem" Marcus faked coughed. "What are you doing here mother?" He stood next to Riley, leaning back on the sofa.

"To make sure my baby doesn't get bullied by her husband. Riley, now, if he ever bullies you, you have my phone number." I said while patting her on the shoulder.

"Yes Mrs Anderson. I have your phone number on speed dial." She grinned at Marcus. "Erm, would you like to take off you high heels?" She must have noticed my blood shot toes.

"Such an observant doctor. But no thanks darling, a lady never enters a room barefooted." I taught Riley. "Now, if you would excuse me darlings, I need to use the loo." I stepped into Marcus's room and closed the door behind me.

But I didn't use the loo. I walked into the wardrobe attached to Marcus's bedroom.

I rummaged through her garments, and found mostly tank tops and short jeans. This is definitely not how a lady dresses. She dressed like a teenager.

Then I took notice of the shoe shelf next to the closet. Marcus had rows of sport shoes and leather shoes. While Riley only had five pairs of shoe.

How did she dress herself daily?

I shook my head at this unsightly sight and tip toed out of the wardrobe. If my mother taught me anything, she taught me that a person's personality can be described through the way they dressed themselves.

I must knock some fashion sense into Riley. No daughter in law of mine should ever dress like this.

I then went to the bathroom, and flushed the toilet. Pretending to sound like I was in the toilet. I then powdered my face in front of the mirror and left.

Mission complete.

Once I stepped out of the room, Riley wrapped herself in her arms. As though she was scared that I was going to criticize her.

"Riley darling, you know I absolutely adore you. I need you to help me with something." I said while putting on my best smile, trying to make her feel more comfortable.

"Yes? Anything for you." She bit her bottom lips, looking concerned.

"I need you to help me to use up all the money left in this credit card. Heaven knows that I'll never be able to finish it in time. So have fun with that my darling." I passed her the credit card. She looked a bit stunned.

"And would you care to join me for breakfast tomorrow? I will be in New York for a week. I would be delighted to get to know you better." I lightly touched her arm. I wanted to know this girl better.

She looks really decent and nice, but a little fashion sense would do her no harm.

She agreed and thanked me at least a hundred times before I left the apartment. Lovely girl, I thought to myself.

Riley

What. Just. Happened. I thought I heard myself screaming from the inside.

Once she left, I was star struck for a minute. She was the prettiest, kindest, classiest mother-in-law a girl could have.

She just passed me her platinum credit card. And begged me to finish the money inside. Who does that. If she gives me free money every time inspects my wardrobe, she can inspect everyday. Maybe my definition of fashion was not up to her mark, but this is worth it.

"Marcus, did I ever tell you I love your mother." I was smiling unintentionally from ear to ear.

Marcus rolled his eyes at me. "Well, in that case your gonna love her even more. On a scale of one to ten, her generosity for today is only a two. Just you wait." He brushed over my shoulder and walked towards his laptop.

"Marcus, why do you have so much work? Like your always working." I said biting my bottom lip, feeling a bit concerned.

He moved his attention from his laptop to my face. "Because DB trusts me way too much and I like to work." He meant every word he say.

"Okay, first of all, what is the long form for DB? Second thing, no one likes work." I said walking over to him.

"DB is director Blake. And how can I dislike work when I'm awesome at it." He grinned at me.

"You might be confident, but there's such thing as over confidence too." I said while standing beside him. His arms snaked around my waist, gently rubbing against the side of my belly. My face flushed against the feeling of his touch against my skin.

"Riley, Riley, Riley, having confidence is better than none. Now go and sleep, you're suppose to meet up with my mom tomorrow morning. He lightly pushed me away and continued typing on his laptop.

I got ready for bed until I received another text.

"Let's meet up at Dolcé cafe tomorrow at 9. Can't wait darling." - Mrs Anderson

"Of course." I replied back.

There was something about her British accent that was very soothing. Even through a text message she sounded polite.

I put my phone aside and fell asleep. Hoping that tomorrow will arrive faster. I Couldn't wait to get to know Marcus's mother better. She was just filled with surprises.

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#1 Melanie (Marcus's mom) is extremely rich. She works as a CEO and is one of the ambassadors of UK.

#2 she is British. She was born British but later moved to the US.