Love In Disguise

Chapter 4

"Babe will you come on we are going to miss our reservations."

"Here I come, I just need to finish my make-up," I yelled from the bathroom.

I stood in front of the mirror applying some finishing touches to my make-up while Jada continued to rush me. We were going out to a dinner with her parents and of course I waited until the last minute to get ready. On a normal day it takes me two hours to get ready, but thanks to Jada I only had forty-five minutes to get ready. I don't know why she was rushing me and she was the reason that we are going to be late.

I walked out of the bathroom and walked into the closet and grabbed my stilettoes.

"Baby please hurry up."

"I'm coming, let me put my shoes on."

I slid my feet into my shoes and stood in front of the mirror getting one last look at my attire. Jada walked in behind me and wrapped her arms around me.

"You look beautiful babe," she said kissing me on the cheek.

"Thank you, baby so do you," I said turning around looking at her.

"Are you ready now?"

"Yes babe."

We walked out of the closet, I grabbed my hand bag and we left the house. About 20 minutes later we arrived at the restaurant and were escorted to the table where her parents were. We all hugged and sat down at the table. Our waitress came over and took our drink orders and we sat there talking and laughing. The waitress brought our drinks back and Jada's dad decided to make a toast. After he made the toast the waitress came back and took our orders.

Jada's parents were really nice. They never really questioned our relationship, well at least not in front of me, and they never seemed to stay all in our business like the rest of her family. Her mom adored me; she treated me like one of her own children. Her dad, he reminds me so much of how my dad was. Sometimes I envied the relationship that she had with her parents. She could go to them and talk to them about any and everything, but me I had no one. I was alone and at times I hated it.

"So, Jasmine when are we going to meet your parents," Mrs. Smith asked?

I looked over at Jada hoping she would chime in at any moment but she just sat there looking at me as if she wanted to know the answer to this question also. If I told her that I didn't have any parents the questions would start to pile on and I would have to sit here and explain my entire life story to them and that is something that I am not ready to do. Everyone sat there looking at me waiting for my answer, and I sat there looking at my napkin sitting on the table. The thoughts of my mom laying there with a needle in her arm while her dealer laid there on top of me all came rushing back to me and before I knew it tears came rushing down my face. I excused myself from the table and rushed off to the bathroom.

I sat in the restroom for about 10 minutes before Mrs. Smith walked in looking for me. She called out for me and I walked out of the stall wiping my eyes. She looked genuinely concerned for me, she looked like she wanted to ask me all kinds of questions but she didn't she just pulled me into her arms and held me. The longer she held me, the more I cried. It hurt me because I knew I could never be held like this by my mother; I could never feel the love from my mother that I am feeling from her right now and it hurt more and more every time I thought about it.

"Are you ok honey?"

"Yes ma'am, I had a really stressful week is all," I lied.

"Come on now what is the real problem?"