"You already took Aria to my mother's, right?" Demi was finishing the final touches on her makeup and she nodded as Nick clasped the Rolex that she had given to him for his birthday around his wrist.
"I asked you a question, Demi," Demi cleared her throat and turned away from the vanity in their closet to face her husband.
"Yes, she's already over there," and so is Wilmer. After finishing preparing the food and making sure that everything was ready for tonight, Demi spent the better half of the time that she should've been getting ready standing out on her balcony and looking out for any sign of Wilmer. A yellow taxi cab had finally pulled up in front of the house that Nick had bought for his family, right across from their house, and Wilmer stepped out. She couldn't quite see him but she knew that it was him and just the sight of him caused her body to heat up, her stomach to explode with butterflies, her mind to bring up all of the wonderful memories that they had shared.
"Demi!" Nick called, snapping Demi out of her trance. She set down her makeup compact and faced Nick again who had an aggravated look on his face.
"I want you on your best behavior. Our guests are here," Demi bit her tongue again to keep from saying something about how she wasn't a child and he should stop talking to her like one. But instead she mumbled a disgruntled yes sir and stood up to join him downstairs. They were matching, of course, but she was uncomfortable and didn't want to spend all night in a dress that cost way too much for how simple it was.
They entered the foyer and one by one, Lila opened the door for his associates, and apparently their wives as well. Demi kept her lips in a tight smile to suppress the groan that she wanted to release. She only hung out with these women when it was completely necessary. It wasn't that they were bad people, they were just uninteresting housewives who liked shopping and plastic surgery and tending to their man's every needs. Demi tried to be the perfect housewife but deep down that wasn't who she was and it wasn't who she was meant to be.
"Demetria your house looks absolutely gorgeous. You're going to have to give me the name of the designer who decorated it for you," Ashley, the wife of Nick's closest associate gushed as Demi forced another tight lipped smiled and welcomed her hug. Ashley was tolerable but like the rest of the women, she refused to call her by her preferred nick name.
"Let's all move to the dining room for dinner, shall we? Demetria prepared it herself," Nick wrapped his arm around her waist as they led everyone to the formal dining room. They took their seats and like the perfect gentleman that Nick pretended to be, he pulled her chair out for her and helped her sit down. The staff brought out the salads once everyone was seated and though Demi made the food, she didn't have an appetite for it.
"Demetria, how's Aria? She's about three now, isn't she?" Rick, Ashley's husband questioned as he poured an unhealthy amount of balsamic Italian dressing all over his salad.
"She's actually about to turn five and she's really good. She looks more and more like her father every day," Demi smiled at the thought of her daughter and wished that she was with her instead of with these people who could care less about her life.
"It's hard to keep up with her," Demi's neck snapped to the side as Nick spoke and she raised a single eyebrow towards her hairline. Nick was an amazing father but he wasn't the one that always had to keep up with her.
"Oh, this really does look lovely but I'm a vegan now. With all the galas coming up I just started a new diet," Mary, one of the wives that Demi despised the most, said, pushing her plate away with a disgusted look on her face.
"Mary, I'm so sorry. I had no idea you were vegan. I can go look for something in the kitchen if you-"
"No, it's fine, Demetria. You've done enough and you must be exhausted," Mary retorted, but she shot her husband a look of distaste as she sipped her wine. Demi went to pick her fork back up but caught sight of the look on Nick's face, and she just knew that she would hear about it later. But how was she supposed to know? These women changed diets like she changed her bras.
