A match made in Heaven

CHAPTER 9.

"Well since we'd be having dinner why don't we start now, my tummy is rumbling so hard", Mr Prescott exclaimed as he got up, rubbing his large fair palms on his extra-sized belly.

"Hell yeah, we should head over to the dining now", my dad agreed and jolted up from his seat.

"I'd just ask Lydia to set up the dining", said Mr Prescott.

"And Yes! I just got an Idea", he suddenly said.

"Let's have dinner in the other dining room and leave the one here in the living room for our two love birds", he said and giggled his eyebrows while my dad smiled and winked in agreement as they proceeded to the other dining.
I was about to shoot the both of them an evil glare when my eyes met my mom's, she blinked back at me and gave me a look that helped reset my senses.

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"Don't worry ma'am, just wine will do for me", I politely turned down the lady's offer to serve me some food. She was the cook.

"You can call me Madam Lydia, or just Lydia", she said gently with a faint smile plastered on her face.

"Alright madam Lydia", I returned a smile.

"...but I don't know about him". I said in a low whisper,  referring to Kenneth who stood at a corner of the room gazing at some artworks hung on the wall. Madam Lydia called his attention and without turning to look in our direction, he signaled to her that he was fine with just the wine.

    It was almost thirty-five minutes later and we still hadn't said anything to each other. He never even looked in my direction.
He kept alternating between pacing around the room and sitting in a chair opposite my end of the dining table, while I did the best I could think of-acted like I didn't care. To be honest, If I had been told that I'd be there for what seemed like a 'first to talk loses' competition, I wouldn't have bothered coming.
Or maybe he was really doing me good by not speaking, cause I don't even want to imagine our conversation starting off with an insult.

   "When my father told me about some lady he wanted me to marry and all of that...", he finally broke the silence as he proceeded to settle on the dining chair opposite my end.

   "...I expected a prettier lady". He said with a dominance smile briefly playing on his lips.
"That ol' dude definitely doesn't rate me a single bit, for asking me to do this", he scoffed and rolled his eyes.

Truth be told, That hit me bad as my face immediately fell sour, while he just stared back at me with a plain look.
But I wasn't going to give in to vulnerability, not even when he decided to go rough on me.

"By the way, if you need me to put on a dark shades to boost your memory, I wouldn't hesitate to do that", he said with a smirk.

    "Well I never said I had an issue with recognizing people..."
"even the grossiest one's mister", I politely said with a straight look.

"Are you aware that friendliness wouldn't take a dime from you"

"Of course, but it's not in my nature to be wasteful, miss. Friendliness is a mighty gift that should be given only to those who are deserving of it.", he replied with a straight look.

I gave a light smile. My quick recovery from his initial outburst made me feel better.
"Well if you ask me, I'm quite very glad that I didn't have any expectations from you, if not I'd have had myself to blame or not even hesitate to point a gun at my father for making me do this". I pursed my lips.

    "Rich, handsome Kenneth Prescott, who every female wants to be with...", I laid emphasis on the "every female" to spite him. "Actually he thinks..." I added and eyed him as if trying to rate him by looks.