Fool's Gold

Chapter Seven

Hey, this story was on hold but now it's back. Congrats! Lol. Back to the story.

Make new friends, but keep the old; Those are silver, these are gold.

-Joseph Parry
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After seeing Drew's mom scarf down about six cinnamon buns wait— seven. I started to question two things;

How is she still so skinny looking as if she could be in her early thirties? What the fuck did I get myself into?

Come to find out Drew had four maids. Even a butler.

I felt like I was in a damn dream world.

Till I got a text from Janet realizing the shit I was in.

I had sat down in one of the grey couches. While reruns of Judge Judy played.

"I love her." His mother said. I gave a cringed grimace. That was eight cinnamon rolls being chowed down.

Where did Drew go?

"Do you know where Drew is?" I asked. She shook her head giggling at what Judge Judy stated.

Shit.

Who gave her all those?

At least give her one or two.

She's eaten eight.

Goodness.

A lady had come screaming.

"Mrs. Parker you will get a sugar high!"

"No! My new-found daughter in law, Christine! Told me it lowers blood sugar." She exclaimed. My jaw dropped when she said daughter in law.

The lady looked at me a little disgusted. I shrugged.

"I don't know who gave her the whole box," I said honestly. She looked me up and down.

"Drew picked you out?" She asked. I bit my lip back. Not an item.

"Not exactly, but yes you could say that." I gave a grimace. She smiled.

"I like you,"

Oh great everyone likes me.

"You're honest." She continued. I nodded my head.

"Thank you, Ms?" I asked. She gave me her hand shaking it.

"Mrs. Deanne."

"Well thank you, Mrs. Deanne." She chuckled.

"Look, Mrs. Parker, she's even polite." They both laughed to themselves.

I grew a little weary, confused, plus anxious.

Where the hell is this asshole Drew?

Then I saw him pop out of nowhere. A bag in his hands.

"Oh, Mr. Parker you have a good fiancé. She's better than that dare I say, Vivian."

Both ladies chuckled.

I looked at Drew biting down on my lip.

Oh if they knew. Drew looked at me annoyed.

"The way he looks at her," His mother said.

His. Mother. Drew shook his head.

"Okay the sugary food is getting to your head, Mother," Drew said walking her to sit on one of the chairs.

She giggled slapping her son's hand from her shoulder.

Mrs. Deanne went on her way waving goodbye to everyone.