What Happens In Vegas

Twenty-One

T W E N T Y - O N E

EVANGELINE

The ride to Beckett's father's house was one of silence and extreme nerves. I sat stiff in the passenger seat, rubbing my sweaty palms on my dress in an effort to dry them. Beck caught my action and took the hand closest to him, kissing it. "This isn't going to be easy and I think you know that, but just remember that neither my father nor Brittney are apart of what we have. It's just us, okay?"

"Okay."

We pulled up to what could only be described as a castle with a beautifully lush landscapes yard. Beckett got out and opened the door for me before handing his keys to a man in a suit. We walked up the steps to the seemingly ten-foot wooden double doors that were opened by two other men (one on each side). "They're guards," Beckett whispered as we entered.

"Ah, Young Master!" I looked up to the banister to see an older man approaching us. "It's been quite a while!"

"Sergio," Beckett laughed. The two men embraced and went to conversing, but all I could do was stare at the lavish entryway. The floors were a polished marble that ran up the stairs, and the railing was oak wood with specks of gold. "This is my wife, Evangeline Morello." I snapped back to the conversation, the man's kind blue eyes giving me a bit of comfort.

"Pleasure, Mrs. Morello," he said, bowing slightly.

"Um, hello," I stammered out  unsure of what to say or do.

He turned his attention back to Beckett and smiled. "Master and company are awaiting your presence in the dining room-dinner will be served promptly in five minutes."

"Thank you, Sergio," Beckett said, taking my hand to lead me to my death. We walked across the foyer and stopped in front of her another pair of tall, wooden double doors that had men in suits on either side. "Are you ready?"

"No, but let's get this over with."

He chuckled and kissed my slightly damp temple. "That's the spirit." He nodded to the men who opened the door revealing an insanely long mahogany table with several candelabras placed on it. We went to the right side and as we got closer, two figures came into view. His father was of course at the head of the long table and Brittney sat to his left, pushing her boobs up and almost out of her dark blue dress. Beckett's father was not at all how I expected him to be. He was shorter, stouter, with a close-clipped white beard. Brittney on the other hand was exactly how I pictured her-botched blonde Barbie with huge fake tits and enough flip fillers to make one of those giant kiddy pools. They both looked me up and down and immediately frowned. Nice to meet you too, assholes.

"It's about time you showed up," his father said gruffly.

"Nice to see you too, Dad," Beckett said, flashing a sarcastic smile.

"Hey, B," Brittney rasped, pushing her arms up under her boobs to make them impossibly larger; I was already insanely annoyed with her.

"Brittney." I stayed silent the whole time, clutching Beckett's hand in what might be considered a death grip. "This is my wife, Evangeline." He pulled out my chair and I hesitantly sat down while he sat to the right of his father (whose name I still didn't know).

"She's a little too plump don't you think, Duncan?" Brittney looked over to Beckett's father who gave no reaction. I'm a normal size, thank you. Bitches like her really piss me off.

"That's because she eats like a regular human being," Beckett said, reaching under the table to place his hand on my thigh.

Brittney raised an eyebrow and looked me up and down. "Is she mute or something? Like, can she not talk?"

Beckett opened his mouth to speak, but I beat him to it. "I speak just fine, I just tend not to waste my breath on useless twits like you." She reared back like she had been slapped and Duncan still showed no emotion toward me or anyone. It was then that Sergio came in and announced that dinner was served and the dining room was flooded with a heavenly aroma. Plates were set before everyone except Brittney who got what looked to be a healthy parfait thing in a fancy glass. I watched Beckett's every move in how he cut the chicken, which utensil he used, and how gracefully he dipped it in the sauce, trying my best to imitate.

"At least she knows how to cut chicken," Brittney sighed, taking a small spoonful of her healthy shit and putting it into her mouth delicately. I rolled my eyes. At least I eat chicken, Bitch, what the fuck are you eating? I felt Beckett's hand on my thigh, squeezing in reassurance. "How did you two meet again? Beckett and I met at one of his first real estate conventions way back. We were dating within the first week!"

"Yeah, that was before I met Evangeline and certainly before you looked like that," Beckett said, taking his last bite of chicken and placing down his fork. "I'm done playing games, Dad. You invited us here; for what?"

Duncan sighed and set down his fork and napkin, leaning into the table. "Merely to see who you are disgracing our family genes with." Ouch. "Listen, I know that what happened with Brittney is a sore subject and I expected no less than for you to sow your wild oats and return to see what's good for you, but now you say you're married..."

"I don't just say I'm married, I am married."

"And that can be easily fixed," Duncan shrugged.

"We don't want it fixed!"

He lifted an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

Duncan leaned back in his seat and closed his arms. "Evangeline." I raised my head in acknowledgment. "Are you as committed to this marriage as my son is?"

"I am."

"So you've chosen to stay married to him forever then? Even when you will be looked down upon by everyone he knows. Come now, every person at this table knows that you and my son are from two different worlds; staying married would be a mistake."

"Well I-"

"Because that would mean taking on certain responsibilities and you'll have to quit writing those garbage novels they might call award-winners now." 

"Excuse me?" 

Beckett stood and grabbed my hand to pull me up as well. "That's enough, this was a mistake and we never should have come. We're married and we're going to stay that way, so both of you can fuck off." 

We turned to leave, but before we could get out of ear-shot I cold hear Duncan yell, "You know I'm right!" We quickly escaped to the car where we shot to the road much faster than we had came in. I tried to take deep, calming breaths throughout the ride to the condo because I really didn't want to cry in front of Beckett, but everything that Duncan and Brittney said ran through my mind constantly. I clearly wasn't what they envisioned for Beckett. We were from different worlds and I would most definitely be looked down upon by all of the officials that Beckett knew. Do I want to live life knowing everyone in Beckett's life hates me? 

Maybe love isn't enough to keep this marriage afloat.