XVII

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The night I've been anticipating for has came, a glass of white wine sits on my dresser as I pick out my outfit. I choose a long white dress that had a slit which ran up to just above my knee, Ena matches with a white racer body suit with olive loose flowy trousers. We both have matching heels on, the ones that have 2 ish inch heels which you have to lace up your leg. My mid length hair is slightly curly whereas Enas is in a slick low ponytails, the difference coloured strands weave in and out of her dark locks. Our Make-up was simple, natural, glowey.

We sit finishing our glasses talking about how much effort we put in to meet this woman who already we classed as a cow.

We get alerted by a hard knock at the door. We open it to see both boys. Nick had black suit trousers on with a light pink shirt. Clay. Oh my god I was about to mount clay in the hall way, he had grey trousers and a white shirt on.
"I thought we were going to your house" I'm shocked at their attire
"My dad wanted to make a reservation" they usher us out "which is" he glances at his watch "in 20 minutes" we make our way to clays car, he and nick sit in the front. Ena and i whisper about the atmosphere, they both seemed tense.

"Thank you sir" a concierge says taking clays keys. Clay places his hand on the lower of my back and escorts me into the restaurant. I've been out to eat but this place was crazy, the tables were tarnished with candles and table clothes, four forks, four knives and 3 spoons around two central plates. All the waiters and waitresses were adorned in pinnys. We walk to the table to see clays whole family around.

"Sorry were late mom" he leans down and kisses his mums cheek. We quietly sit down.
"So the news?" Clays dad, mark asks.
"Well..." she holds her hand out to reveal a huge ring "we're engaged" squeals erupted from the table.

Chatter consumes the table
"So Lara, how long have you been with my boy?" Mark asks
"Well, we're not together just yet" is that what I say
"She's focusing on her studies for the time being" thank god for clay goldfield
"Oh what are you studying?"
"Criminology, Ena and I go to UCF, we're about to head into our second year"
"Ah youre among alumni" I like Mark, he's a older, grayer version of clay "me and Joel over there" he points across the table to a stumpy man, I presume he's Aaron's dad "I studied business marketing and Joel studied art history. HA! Look at us now, he owns a contracting company and I'm an Real-estate investor" I appreciate the brag
"Clays mentioned it, actually,Ena and I just rented a flat"
"Clay!" He flicks the back of his head, in a jokey manner causing him to chuckle "why didn't you give her my card?"
"Listen dad, you're a busy man and I didn't realise they wanted to rented an apartment until they did it." He lifts his hands as to say "woah".

"So Lara, what are your thoughts of being a housewife?" Claire quizzes.
"I mean it's not my ideal life, I'm hoping to become a csi, It's not like we're in the 50s anymore" all i get is a 'hmmmm'. During our appetisers mark holds amazing conversation unlike his wife, who keeps eying me up.
"So what are you're intentions with our son" she lay a hand on top of Marks to show her power
"Well I think we both have our own lives, clays outstanding in his career path and I'm working on mine. As you know clays just gotten out of a relationship and so have i, so we're taking it at a slow pace, although, if it doesn't work out we'll remain friends" I feel clay takes my hand and squeeze it before laying it on his lap.
"So you're obviously not from here" she seems disgusted "will you be going back to England or wherever you're from"
"Erm, my mum is super supportive of my educational choice so I don't think she'll have an issue with me staying, she's very busy with work so I doubt she'll notice I've gone" he starts rubbing circles on the top of my hand
"What does your mother so again" this woman is seeing if im worthy of her son, and im not having it
"As my mum is a single parent she looked after throughout it all. She's a diagnostic radiographer"
"Oh? A single mother? Where's you're dad?" I gave her a sickly smile
"Dead" her malicious smirk fell. Clays hand froze.
"Oh well im sorry to hear that" I nod.

Claire finally stops quizzing me, it did cause clay to say "mom stop" a few times. Dessert was tiramisu. Clay hands the waiter his card, which causes himself and Mark to say a quiet argument, mark obviously wins. Everyone slowly disappears leaving clay and I left. We walk towards the door
"Wait I forgot my phone, I'll meet you at the car" he lets go of my hand. Outside I hear clays parents bickering
"She's a gold digger markus! She's not good enough for clay! Just stop, you're acting like they've been together for years; take my side for one mark, once! I thought he might find a nice girl after Carly but no!" My jaw swings open
"Come on Claire, give her a chance"
"Don't test me mark! She'll take his money, did you see what she was wearing, she looks like she should be with Hugh Hefner and not our son!"
"Are you serious" i gasp "honestly after this night and your ruthless questioning I want nothing to do with you or your family." I storm towards the car, it's her turn to be left with a slack jaw.

I sit in the car, I literally don't speak to anyone, Ena asks me what's happened and I ignore her. When clay gets in the car all I can muster out is
"Take me Home please" the Journey was silent only a few whispers were exchanged by clay and Nick
"Thank you for the ride and the meal. I'm sure your family is Lovley" I slam the door and stalk towards the door, I sit on the ottoman in the foyer and remove my shoes
"Lara" Clay jogs through the doors "what happened" he takes my hand I pull it from his grasp "talk to me" he tries to stop me from going in the lift "Lara comeon" I press the button causing a ding "Lara I swear to god" he rakes a hand through my hair
"Clay, I think this is it for us, I think you should speak to your mother about an ideal woman for you" I push him to aside and walk into the lift. He stands there dumbfounded and then the elevator doors close

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Posted 10/11/21
              19:27

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