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Sixty-Seven: Desperate Housewives

Isabella's POV

I killed the engine in front of a big white house, bigger than anything I had seen in my parent's neighborhood. Tall ceiling high windows, a double front door and a driveway longer than my house at home, my old home, with a Range Rover and another expensive looking car parked on it. I found myself in a freaking gated community and I didn't know what to think. My fingers were lightly shaking as I took the key out of the ignition.

"Bells, are you nervous?" Lukas's voice hit my eardrums softly and when I turned to meet his eyes, they were staring at me in the most loving way. But yes, yes I was freaking nervous.

I frowned my brows at him and even I could feel the nerves radiation from my expression. "I am now I know your parents are freaking rich, rich like the freaking Desperate Housewives of Beverly Hills!" I exhaled, trying to calm myself but my voice sounded everything but calm, scared even. "What am I going to say or do to make a good impression, I'm p-poor and have nothing to bring to the table." I said out loud, which wasn't my purpose, but it came out before I could twist my tongue in a knot.

Lukas smirked, he just smirked, that was his initial reaction and it didn't calm me down whatsoever. "You have wine?" He tried to laugh my nerves away, but it had an adverse effect.

"Not funny! Why didn't you tell me? I swear if you have a pool behind this giant house, I will punch you... If I had known you were taking me to see the duke and duchess of who knows what I would have worn something more..." I ranted looking down at my plain sweater and jeans. "Something more... Chic, I don't know. I wouldn't have worn jeans if I had known you're p-" I was half raging, until Lukas's lips cut me off, his lips smashing against mine.

"Shut up, you look perfect." He said against my lips before pulling back to look me straight in the eye. "I didn't tell you because, for one it's just money, it doesn't matter and two, I wanted you to be you... I know they're going to love you if you're just yourself, how could they not... I mean look at you, you're adorable!" He said, flicking his index finger on the tip of my nose before sliding away out of the door. I got out of the car and quickened my pace to catch up with him.

He was walking towards the door and as soon as I caught up with him, he grabbed my hand. "Baby, just relax." He leaned in to whisper in my ear, his thumb caressing my hand as he pressed his other one on the doorbell, trying not to drop the bottle of wine. Okay here we go, please like me, please like me...

A beautiful and polished woman with jet black hair like Mia's, opened the door, a genuine smile pasted on her face. "Lukas honey!" She said stepping out of the doorway to hug her son. She stepped back having a look at Lukas's beat up face. "What the hell happened to your face!?" She said, worry in her tone as she took his face between her hands.

"Nothing just a stupid fight that's all." Lukas tried to shrug it off, but his mother gave him a judging look, shaking her head at him.

"Will you ever stop getting into trouble?" She said but he handed the bottle of wine to his mother to distract her. "And you must be Isabella?" She said when she met my gaze. "Come here." She said pulling me into a hug. "I'm so happy to meet the girl that made my son finally love something other than himself. But please keep him out of trouble. His handsome face can't take it." She joked, tightening her arms around me, a laugh escaping her.

"Mom, seriously?" Lukas Rolled his eyes next to me but it only made me chuckle. This is going better than I expected.

"Look at you, you're so beautiful." She said, putting her one arm on my shoulder to have a good look at me. Her eye's the lightest shade of blue possible and very mesmerizing, assuring me from where Lukas and Mia got their looks, Mia almost a spitting image of her mother.