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𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐘: 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐒_𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄 🩷
Summary: It's the night you meet Veronica's family, it doesn't go as planned but Veronica will always be by your side no matter what
Warnings: None
Words: 1043
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YOU SMOOTHED the last strokes of makeup across your skin, checking your reflection to make sure everything was perfect. Tonight had to go smoothly. Just as you capped the mascara, your mom and aunt stepped into the room, their faces lighting up with excitement.
"You look stunning, sweetie," your mom said, wrapping you in a warm hug.
Your aunt offered an encouraging smile, her tone light and playful. "You've got this, kiddo. Knock 'em dead."
As if on cue, your phone buzzed. Veronica's name lit up the screen. You opened the text: I'm here. Take your time, though. No rush. x
Your heart quickened as you read the words. Tonight wasn't just another date—it was the night. You would finally meet Veronica's family and tell them the truth about your relationship.
Grabbing your coat and purse, you heard the sound of Veronica's car pulling up outside. "Go out there and be yourself," your mom called out as you headed for the door.
"Thanks, Mom," you replied with a small smile.
You stepped outside, the crisp air biting at your skin, and approached Veronica's sleek black Mercedes. Sliding into the passenger seat, you turned to find her watching you with that familiar, heart-melting smile.
"You look amazing," she said softly, leaning over to press a kiss to your lips.
"And I don't look bad?" you teased, trying to mask your nerves.
"Not even close," Veronica replied, smirking as she started the car and turned up the music. Instantly, the playlist she'd curated had you belting out lyrics, momentarily easing the tension in your chest. She always knew how to make you feel comfortable.
As the car rolled down the street, Veronica glanced at you, noticing your knee bouncing. Without a word, she placed a reassuring hand on it. "Hey, look at me," she said gently. You turned to meet her gaze. "I don't know how they'll react, but no matter what, I'm with you. Always."
Her words were a balm to your nerves. You smiled, a wave of calm washing over you. "I love you so much."
"I love you, too," she replied with conviction, squeezing your hand before turning back to the road. "Now, let's go eat. I'm starving."
The house was as grand as you'd imagined, but it felt like the walls carried an unspoken tension. Veronica led you inside, her hand brushing yours as you climbed the stairs to the dining room. Hiram Lodge rose to greet you, extending a firm hand.
"You must be Y/N. It's a pleasure to meet you," he said with a polished smile.
"Likewise, Mr. Lodge," you replied, keeping your voice steady.
Hermosa, Veronica's sister, chimed in, her tone playful. "Oh my God, Veronica's told us so much about you. We were starting to think you didn't exist!"
You laughed, feeling a sliver of relief at her casual demeanor.
"Hermosa!" Hermione scolded lightly, though a smile tugged at her lips. Turning to you, she added, "Please, have a seat. Oh, and I love your dress! Where did you get it?"
Before you could respond, Veronica blurted out, "Gucci! We picked it out together."
You shot her a look, your cheeks heating at the exaggeration. "Uh, yeah... Gucci," you muttered, feeling a little awkward.
Hermione beamed. "It's stunning! You look gorgeous."
"Gucci, huh? Fancy," Hermosa teased with a grin, her sharp eyes darting between you and Veronica. You couldn't help but wonder if Veronica was trying to impress her family or shield you from judgment.
The meal was a delicate dance of small talk and subtle tension. Veronica's relationship with her family was more complicated than you'd expected, and it was clear she wasn't thrilled about Hermosa's presence.
"Dinner's amazing," you said earnestly, hoping to lighten the mood.
"Better than I could ever cook," Veronica added, earning a round of polite laughter.
As the meal wrapped up, Hermione stood, her demeanor warm but decisive. "It's been lovely having you, Y/N. Hermosa, help with the cleanup?"
"Yes, Mother," Hermosa replied with a dramatic sigh, shooting Veronica a smirk as she collected the plates.
Back in the car, Veronica reached for your hand again. "I'm sorry if that didn't go as well as you'd hoped," she said, her voice soft.
"It's okay," you assured her. "I think your mom likes me, at least."
"She does. And honestly, that's the only one who matters," Veronica replied with a sly grin. "Now, how about we head to your place and put this night behind us?"
Back home, the tension of the evening melted away. Wrapped in cozy blankets on the couch, the two of you flipped through a classic rom-com, laughing at the cheesy dialogue. The stress of meeting her family felt like a distant memory as you nestled into her side.
By the time the credits rolled, you were dozing in her arms, content in the knowledge that no matter what her family thought, Veronica was yours—and that was all that mattered.
