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“Is this your new daughter?”
As the questions kept coming from the press, I held onto Delilah tightly, trying to shield her from the intrusive cameras. Finally, we reached the front, where the guards let us in. They closed the doors before anyone could see inside. I removed my sunglasses and placed them in my clutch.
“Does this happen often?” I asked Killian, who shook his head and removed his shades.
“Not really,” he replied. “Everyone knows I hate the press.”
I nodded and turned to Delilah, still hiding behind my neck. “Are you okay, baby?” I asked, and she nodded as she leaned up and removed her glasses.
We walked to the end of the hall, where two doors led to the banquet. Killian opened the door for us, and we stepped in. Once again, I was in awe of the beautiful decorations. Everything looked classy but fragile. Killian placed his hand on the small of my back, guiding me to a reserved table as I held onto Delilah’s hand, not wanting her to wander off. Everyone looked over at us, and I felt out of place once again.
“Killian, is that you, son?” I heard someone call out, and I looked over my shoulder to see a woman approaching us. She was beautiful. Her black hair was pulled into a low bun, her face held no wrinkles, and her dress looked extremely elegant, complementing her skin tone.
Killian turned and faced her. “Hello, mother. Yes, it is me.” She pulled him in for a small hug, and when she pulled back, she caressed his jaw with both hands.
“You are just like your father. Handsome when it comes to looks and.. somewhat personality, delusional when it comes to reality.” He rolled his eyes, and she looked at me as she dropped her hands from his face.
“Who might this beautiful young lady be?” She asked, smiling as Killian put his hand on my lower back once again.
“Mother, this is my personal assistant, Brielle Newman. Ms. Newman, this is my mother, Eleanor Russel,” Killian said, introducing us. Eleanor eyed the hand that was placed behind me and looked back at Killian.
“A bit close for being a personal assistant, don’t you think?” She questioned with a hint of amusement in her eyes, and I blushed profusely as Delilah giggled, catching her attention. Eleanor looked down at Delilah, who was lost in her own little world.
“And who might this darling angel be?” She asked, bending down to pick Delilah up and setting her on her hip. Delilah noticed what was going on and giggled even more.
“I’m Delilah,” she introduced herself, and Eleanor pinched her cheeks as Delilah smiled.
“You are so adorable. Killian has finally found the courtesy to bring me in some grandchildren,” Eleanor remarked, looking over to me as I looked at her, almost dumbfounded. Soon, she laughed softly and shook her head.
“I’m just joking, darling. Come and sit.” She spoke, motioning towards a table up front. I then realized that Killian had disappeared and was now talking to a group of men, including Blaine. I sat, and she placed Delilah on the chair beside me as she took the next one over.
The servers brought over some drinks and set two glasses of champagne and three glasses of water. I took a small sip of my drink and felt Eleanor’s eyes on me. I glanced at her sideways before placing my drink down and turning to face her completely.
“I’ve heard a lot about you, Brielle. All good things, so no need to worry… You’re very special from what I’ve heard and now have seen.”
I tilted my head slightly as I responded. “How so?”
She shrugged, taking a small sip from her glass. “For one, Killian has never shown any woman as much affection as he shows you, and you seem to be either ignoring it or oblivious to it.”
I bit my lip as I did my best to hide my blush, “I mean… he treats me somewhat the same as he did when we first met.” I explained, and her eyes went wide.
“So it’s been going on from the very beginning.” She uttered, confused.
“I’m sorry?” I asked as I didn’t quite comprehend, and she shook her head. “Nothing, darling.. Now tell me about yourself.”
We chatted for about thirty minutes and hit it off well. It was effortless to converse with her, and she didn’t criticize me for anything. If anything, she wanted to know more about me. I continued speaking with her but was startled when someone brushed my hair over my shoulder. I could tell it was Killian, and Eleanor seemed to know it, too, because she was trying her hardest not to grin. Meanwhile, I was attempting to avoid looking foolish.
“How did the discussion go with your father?” Eleanor asked, and Killian sat beside me.
“It went fine. We have a few more private matters to discuss, but I should be inheriting the company around December.” She nodded her head. “Thank God you’re taking this off his hands. I’m tired of his complaining-”
“What complaining?” I looked to see a man who seemed relatively similar yet a bit older than Killian.
“Oh, honey! You’re just in time! Come have a seat and meet our guests.” Eleanor smiled, trying to get off the subject, and his father took a seat as she spoke again. “Frederick, this is Brielle Newman, Killian’s PA, and Brielle, this is my husband, Frederick.”
I nodded my head and smiled politely. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
Before taking a sip of his whiskey, he nodded. “Likewise..” Delilah looked up at me in confusion.
