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“You’veno plans of sending that photo to anyone.Stoplying,Princess.”
Ireeled back.Howdid he know?Moreimportantly… “Princess?”
“Ifyou won’t give me a name…” he gestured at my pink and sparkly attire. “Whatelse amIsupposed to call you?”
“Wedon’t know each other well enough for nicknames.”
“Thentell me your name.”
“Cassandra.”
“Liar,” he retorted.
“Youknow what?”Ilifted my chin. “Princesssuits me just fine.”
Hemotioned a hand toward the car. “Thenafter you,Princess.”
“Soundsgood,Axel.”Ienunciated the name on purpose, sounding it out asIfollowed him to the car.Hedidn’t react, andIdecided to call himAxelhenceforth, verbally and mentally, to give him a taste of his own medicine.
Axelunlocked the car door, his eyes traveling over my face as we strapped in. “Whatethnicity are you?”Therewas nothing civilized about the way he demanded answers.Heasked whatever came to his mind with no regard for etiquette. “Fromthe clothes you wore earlier, my first guess was somewhere fromSouthAsia.Thenagain, you could’ve worn them to fit in and crash the party.”
“Doyou always ask this many personal questions?”
“No.”
“So, why are you askingmeso many questions?”
“Beatsme.”Heshrugged. “Whatethnicity are you?”
Axelwas impossible. “I’mIndian.Happy?”
“Doesyour background have anything to do with why you won’t tell me your name?”
Istared at him, dumbfounded by his abrasiveness. “What?Whywould that matter?”
“Ifit isn’t about your family or culture, what other reason could you possibly have for not telling me your name?”
Myexpression froze at the mention of my family.Ihad almost forgotten about them for a moment while quarreling withAxelover the ride situation.
“Areyou not allowed to date someone outside your culture?” he pushed.
“Weare not dating,”Ipointed out.
“Notyet,” he retorted.
Mycheeks burned.
Severalmoments passed whileIprocessed his comment.Thequestion wasn’t a ludicrous one, considering my ethnicity.Itwas true that someIndianfamilies preferred you to marry within the culture.However, my parents imposed no such rules, and my dating history comprised a rainbow of people.Myfamily didn’t care so much about race as they did about the quality of the man.
Successful.
Educated.
Oldmoney.
JayAmbanifit their criteria and then some.BeingIndianandHinduwas merely a bonus.Itwas the same reasonMilanandDahliahit it off so quickly.Similarcultures, religions, and social standings made things significantly easier.Superficially,JayandIhad everything in common.
Allof that was way too much to explain.So,Igave him a recap of the truth. “Raceisn’t a big factor for them.”
