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“No, I’m actually in the dining room.”
“Okay, um …” He paused and hesitated with whatever he wanted to tell me.
“Is something wrong?”
“My mom called.”
“Is she okay?” I panicked.
“Yeah, she told me she was sending her chauffeur to pick you up.”
“What for?”
“She only told me she wanted to spend the day with you and get to know more about you.”
“Is that safe? I mean, she might want to know about us and maybe force me to the hospital to check if the baby is okay.”
“My mom hates hospitals. I already told her you’re not comfortable with talking about how our relationship started or the pregnancy.”
“Okay,” I mumbled.
“Be ready before twelve.”
“I will try.”
“It’s fine if you don’t want to go.”
“I want to.” It’d be rude not to show up.
“Are you sure? I can tell her something came up and you couldn’t come.”
“It’s okay. I wanna go out a little more,” I said.
“Okay, try to have fun,” he said before hanging up.
“Sorry, Morris, something has come up,” I told him with a frown.
I grabbed the toasted bread and ate it on my way to my room. It was almost eleven a.m. I searched my wardrobe for something simple to wear.
I spent an hour getting ready. I went for a green floral sundress that stopped above my knees and matched it with a pair of sandals. I left my hair down and wore my charm bracelet and a golden chain that had my name on it.
Morris knocked on my door when the chauffeur arrived. I grabbed my small black bag and left my room. The ride was short, and my stomach flipped when the car stopped. To be honest, I was nervous about spending a whole day with Tristan’s family.
I gave Eduardo, the chauffeur, a smile before walking up the steps to the majestic three-story estate. I inhaled before pressing the doorbell. Large pillars supported the top, and long sofas with round designer pillows decorated the porch.
I looked around at the lawn that was so neat that one could sleep there. I stared at the peach Jeep wrangler parked outside the garage as I waited for someone to open the door. My heart jumped when the door opened.
A lady in a maid dress smiled at me, her neat bun above her head fitting her oval face. I wished I could pull up a cute bun like her and not look like someone that had gotten electrocuted.
“Hi,” I said, gripping the strap on my bag.
“You must be Miss Chloe Simpson. Welcome to the Sanchester estate. Mrs. Sanchester is expecting you in the living room upstairs.”
“Give me your voice already,” I said immediately after she was done talking. Her voice was adorable, too adorable.
“Hi, I’m Sarah.”
“Hi, Sarah.” I grinned.
