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Lunch, was a necklace and a card telling me I’d had a dress for that evening delivered to our room and to be ready by seven. I wanted to ignore it all and just take a time out to get my shit together.
Everything was moving at a breakneck speed and I just needed a minute, but that wasn’t likely to be granted.
I needed to suck shit up and deal with things one hurdle at a time.
I needed to figure out how to play the game better than Mateo ever could.
I needed to strengthen the bond between us to see if that would get him to open up more. He didn’t trust me, and I damn sure didn’t trust him. There was only one issue.
How did you grow close to someone without sacrificing your entire heart?
Looking at myself in the mirror I tried to spot any sign that screamed I was made from two people coming together that shouldn’t have.
I still wasn’t sure how to handle this.
Was I overreacting? Under-reacting?
I wanted to bleach my brain from remembering all the times I’d seen my mother and father hug, kiss, or cuddle.
My dad was also my uncle, my mom was my aunt, and my twin sister was also my cousin. It sounded like a classic hillbilly horror story.
The sibling and clone jokes weren’t as fu
nny now as they had been before. How the fuck did something like that even happen?
What made it even worse was the fact that my grams had to know, which meant she didn’t care or she was in on the whole thing.
Shaking my head to clear it of all those disturbing thoughts and images, I found I was satisfied with my appearance.
The evening gown was gorgeous. Black with a high slit and sheer lace sleeves, I paired it with a pair of black red bottoms and put my hair in a simple yet elegant chignon, adding light make-up.
The ensemble was completed with the diamonds he’d given me and my golden heart pendant.
I waited in the foyer, sending a text to my grandmother to check in. I slightly jumped when I saw his reflection staring at me in the stained glass panes of the front door.
Turning to face him, I was happy he’d pissed me off the night before or I would have drooled all over myself.
His black on black tux made him look–every inch the royal people saw him as. His hair was styled to perfection and he’d trimmed his stubble.
“You look gorgeous, amada,” he said quietly.
“Well, whoever picked out this dress has excellent taste,” I replied politely, smoothing a hand over the curve of my hip.
“Yes, he does. He also made a mistake last night.” He implored me with eyes full of sorrow.
“Oh,” I brilliantly replied. “Yes, you did. But we both know you’re an egotistical, controlling asshole. We aren’t going to do ourselves any favors pretending otherwise.” I lifted a shoulder in a shrug.
He looked at me a few beats and then sighed. “I need you to understand that I made a mistake, and that what happened on the stairs will never happen again,” He spoke with such conviction it was hard not to believe he was telling the truth.
“Can you really be sure about that Mateo?”
“Yes,” he rushed out.
“Alright then,” I said slowly not entirely believing him.
“Now, I need you to look me in my face and tell me that it’s okay,” he stressed.
I raised my brows and studied him.
