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|47| 𝒴ℴ𝓊 𝒻ℴ𝓊𝓃𝒹 𝒾𝓉?

"This is Jacob Preston, he owns
the Preston furniture company," Aleksander introduces

The name Preston makes me think
of a stuck-up frat boy with daddy's
money, but I can't judge people
by their names, my name basically
belongs to a cartoon character.

"Nice to meet you," he says, shaking
my hand, I nod and gently squeeze
his hand "The pleasure is all mine,"

Aleksander laughs and wraps his arm
around my waist,
slightly glaring at his furniture friend.

Jacob pulls away and stands beside
Aleksander "So what are Mr.
and Mrs. Petrov looking for?" I look
around the building that's an open
and filled with expensive furniture.

Before either of us could answer a
phone starts to ring.
Aleksander pulls it out of his suit
pocket; when he sees the number, he clenches his jaw and excuses himself

He kisses my cheek and hands me
his wallet "I will be right back,"

I would normally believe him, but the
fact he gave me his wallet makes me
question how long he's
going to take and who was on the call.

Jacob leads me to the seating area,
mostly things for the interior of the
house; it's filled with sofas,
recliners, office chairs, and barstools.

I'm mostly focused on getting a
dining table and chairs because
that's the main thing we need,

Especially if Louis, Celeste, Izabella,
and Xavier are going to be
at the house almost every day.

After telling him that he takes me to
the dining area,
making jokes about the type of wood
that certain tables are
made of and talking about Aleksander.

I run my hand against the table I like,
it's a brown and black wooden table;
it's held up by a tall circular stone
that's connected to the center of the
table so there isn't a chance of it falling.

The stone is soft to the touch but
because of how it is stone,
a baby or Louis could get hurt if
they crawled under the
table so it's not the greatest idea.

"Do you have a table that's entirely
made out of wood but
still looks similar, like the same tile
design but it's wood?"

Jacob laughs and grabs my hand
"Follow me," he says, even
though he's pulling me with him.

We walk through large double doors,
entering the back where different
materials are on tall shelves "Pick the materials you like and the design, I'll
do the rest." I smile and nod my head

He laughs and seems more
excited than me.

"So have you talked to Aleksander
about the church?"
I run my hand over a white stone
that feels too much like sand.