PHOTO BY S.D. PHOTOGRAPHY
just wait until they come inside to see who
they are. I hear the front door open.
“Oh, Alexander, it is so nice to see you.
Elizabeth should be down here any minute. I
cannot wait for you two to meet.”
Well, might as well get this over with.
I walk down the stairs as gracefully as possible. I trip as I reach the last stair. As I am
just about to hit the floor, I feel strong arms
wrap around me and pick me up. Something
about these arms seems familiar.
“I didn’t expect you to fall for me, Lizzy,” he whispers into my ear so that only I can
hear him.
“Elizabeth, it is not polite to fall on
your guest,” my mother admonished.
“Sorry,” I apologize, more to Alex than
to my mother.
“No problem,” Alexander responds.
“Well, this is my daughter Elizabeth,
and this,” my mother says, pointing toward
Alex, “is Alexander. I think we will leave
you two alone for a little while so you can get
to know each other. Dinner will be served at
6:30, with or without you, Elizabeth.” Then
she says something to Alex’s parents, and
they all laugh before walking off somewhere.
“Why do I get the feeling that you
knew you were coming here today?” I ask
Alex.
“What can I say? When my parents
say that they have a new girlfriend-slash-
business partner for me, I like to find out everything I can about her. Usually I do a full
background search on her, but once I found
out it was you, I didn’t do any digging.”
“Well, I thank you for that. But why
didn’t you tell me the other day that you were
the one coming over here? Do you know how
many hours of worrying you could have
saved me?”
“I thought it would be nice to surprise
you. And from you tripping on the stairs, I
have to say, you must have been quite surprised.”
“That’s one way to describe it,” I reply.
I was feeling really relieved that Alex was the
new “boyfriend” that mom had set me up
with. I was actually quite excited to get to
spend so much time with him. It would definitely be much better than those other snotty
brats that I usually get.
I am snapped out of my thoughts when
I suddenly hear him laugh and say, “I have a
feeling that this is going to be fun.”
We spent the next 20 minutes walking
around, as I showed him my favorite places in
the mansion. Except for my bedroom, that is.
I forgot to clean it up before he got here, and I
didn’t exactly want him to see my “laundry”
all over the place, if you know what I mean.
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