Finding You

Chapter 15: Henderson's Family ✔

Linda Pov

Today, we are going to visit Andrew's family. I have to admit. I'm a little nervous. Andrew arrived home after a busy at work. He's now at the guestroom getting ready.

You would think that the owner of the house which he was would sleep at the master room. But no, he was not. Instead, the master room belonged to me. Love was indeed interesting, it could make a very powerful man behave... selfless. That's what love is all about, giving freely, and not demanding something in return.

I'm wearing a fate dress in grey that hugged my curves ever so lightly. An elastic fitting on the waist for a feminine touch.

I packed a few clothes. Because Andrew says that his mother will want us to stay over.

"You ready, babe?" he walks into my room.

He wore a black suit and grey dress shirt on the inside. He had our luggage in his hands.

"j-just a minute" I reply and put on my accessories.

"Wow! you look stunning" he compliments.

I turned in his direction. "Thank you."

My hair was waved in Marilyn Monroe style. I'm more old school. Sometimes, I like to mixed modern and back then kind of styles.

I had a little bit of Russian red by Mac.

Finished off with light greyish plumps heels that fits nicely with my brown legs.

"I see you're bringing Marilyn back," he notices and walked toward me.

"why, yes I am" I mimicked her signature poses.

"I like it" he turns me around.

"you do" I giggled.

He pulls me closer to him and his lips found mine.

We've have been together for about three months.

I couldn't be happier.

"Well, madam would you like to.. company me..on a little visit. To my father's home." he attempts a british accent.

"You need to work on your accent, babe" I couldn't help but laughed.

"Yea, I know my British accent suck. Now let go" he commands.

We left our house.

50 minutes later, we arrived at his family home. It was nothing compared to ours. Most likely they lived in a vineyard.

"They bought this land" Andrew points at the gigantic house I couldn't stop staring at with gated doors. We stopped at the entrance of the gate.

"Name, sir," a male voice says on the intercom.

"Andrew Henderson" he answers.

I wiped my sweaty palms nervously.

"You have nothing to worried about. Well except for my grandmother Martha" he glances at me while he had his full attention on the road.

"W..what about her?" I gulped.

"She has hard time adapting to.." he pauses.

"T-To what?" I asked. Now, I'm really worry.

"To change" he refers more to us. His hands tight on the steering wheel. I know his uncomfortable with this conversation.

But I deserve to be aware of what I'm up against.

"S-so, she might not approve of us. Being together?" I asked.

He simply nodded.

Well, that great news! Andrew's grandma doesn't approve of interracial relationships.