Possessive At First Sight EBS 1 (Unedited)

Chapter 26: The Bride's Family

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"You don't choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them." — Desmond Tutu.

( Partially Edited )

Stavros Demakis

I was sitting with Alessandra in their living room, contentedly conversing away about anything while my eyes took in our surroundings. I love anything about architecture. And this old mansion has exquisite architectural details.

As soon as I walked into the mansion, my eyes drew straight to the walls —handpainted walls and the high ceilings, making the room look brighter. It was breathtaking.

The large living room is beyond the entrance hall.

Before getting to the expansive receiving room, I passed through the vast gallery hallways and several pocket doors leading to rooms.

They placed a long, intricately made console table behind the first sofa to create a sense of entry into the room.

The two facing couches provide excellent symmetry, adding to the transitional feel of the room. Two armchairs faced the fireplace in the corner—the fireplace act as a backdrop rather than the focal point. From the opposite angle, it is clear that this room takes advantage of the gorgeous view at the same time as it provides comfortable seating for TV watching—a custom gold-framed mirror with an LSD flashback and another one just above the fireplace but with art.

A big glass sliding door from one end to another is at your right, leading to a balcony.

One of their maids popped out, announcing that the De La Vega couple would be out shortly.

Alessandra squeezed my hand and smiled reassuringly. I smiled back at her, finding it sweet. I tossed back the remainder of my wine, thinking the tiny percentage of the alcohol could help calm my nerves.

For the first time in my life, I felt intimidated.

Trepidation pulsed through my veins.

What might her family think of me?

I've never thought of my reputation before, and I worry about it now.

I discreetly let out a deep breath when I heard footsteps coming behind us.

Alessandra and I rose to our feet, and an old lady and man, probably in their 70s, closer to my grandparent's age, were smiling as they walked closer to us.

"Abuelo, Abuela," Grandpa, grandma Alessandra approached them, lovingly hugged them, and kissed their cheeks.

They looked warm and friendly, which relaxed my nerves just a tiny bit.

"Y quién es este magífico hombre que está a tu lado?" And who is this gorgeous-looking man beside you? Her grandma asked, smiling sweetly.

I was grateful my grandfather forced me to learn several languages when I was young, and I was interested in linguistics languages. I could speak English, French, Mandarin, Greek, and Spanish.

Before Alessandra uttered something, I greeted them.

"Buenos tardes, Señor , Señora !" Good Evening, Ma'am, Sir! I greeted.

I bent my head down, a nod of respect, smiling at the couple.

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Alessandra POV