Mr and Mrs Denver

Chapter 10

Food covered in platters, cutleries wrapped in serviette, wine bottles and glasses on table, candles lit and burning keen, dinner was set on table as the McKellens sat on the dinner table, expecting the rest of the guests.

Grace was dressed in a blue knee high sequence gown with a pair of nude stiletto slid on. She had a pair of blue balled earrings on and a matching blue pendant hanging on her necklace. She had a makeup on. It was one of those rare times that one would see Grace put on a makeover and look like a goddess.

She was fully aware that Tommy loved it whenever she applied those facial transformants and beauty enhancers. How his heart would float in merry and lust, with his eyes going puppy wide. He would constantly stare at her and blurt compliments heartily on those very few occasions she would consent to a makeover.

Rhonda sat beside her best friend. She had arrived hours earlier to help Mrs McKellen cook dinner and set up the table, making sure Grace didn't do anything or touch anything. It was her birthday and she had the right to have everything done for her.

Mr McKellen excused himself from the dining table, "I have to quickly place a call to the office. It's really important, I'll be quick." He told his wife and daughter.

"Okay Dad, just hurry up. It's almost 7pm and my friends will be here in any moment." Grace informed. "You know, I informed them that prayers is before dinner at exactly 7pm and nobody is allowed to arrive late or after prayers said."

Mr McKellen put up his index finger to signify concurring. "You're right, and I'm glad you let your friends know how important prayers is to us."

"Of course." She say proudly.

Mr McKellen excused himself and promised to quickly wrap up the call to the office before any guest arrive. He received two heads approving his excuse with a nod, and with that he turned around and briskly jogged upstairs.

Grace reached for the glass in front of her, gracefully wrapping her fingers around it, she brought it to her lips and took sips of it. Looking up, she caught her mother watching with a corky smirk pulling the corners of her lips up. Grace choked at the unexpected staring, she clapped a hand on her chest when two stern coughs erupted from her chest.

"Mom? What's with the staring?" She sputtered. She grabbed a serviette from the pack kept on the table and wiped off a trace of wine at the corner of her lip.

"You look amazing in that dress. And the extra touch of makeup? It suits you just perfectly." Mrs McKellen grinned from ear to ear.

"Aw, thanks Mom." Grace flushed.

"How come you don't makeup often? It compliments your skin so well, am lying?" She looked at Rhonda, expecting for her to back her up.

"No, you've actually spoken the truth. And I tell Grace to wear a little powder and lipstick sometimes but, you know your daughter. Headstrong!" Said Rhonda in all manners of defeat.

Mrs McKellen nodded vigorously, proving she concurred. She furrowed her brows in disappointment. "Even in my forties, sometimes I still apply..."

She paused when a loud clang resonated from the front door, the sonorous ding from the doorbell echoed throughout the building.

"Someone's here." Grace sang, pushing her chair back to create room for her to go on her feet. "Must be my friends, they're so in time." She mused. She stood firmly on her three inches stilettos and adjusted her dress, slightly pulling the dress by the sides to extend its length. With one last smile at her mother, she nodded and strode out to answer the front door.

Mrs McKellen picked up a wine bottle and a glass and poured herself a little of the content. She took several sips of the sweet taste from her glass. "Who's at the door?" She asked nobody in sight when she noticed Grace hadn't returned with whoever was at the door.