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I waited for my parents to climb out of the car before I joined them. For just a moment, I tensed, thinking about running. More like fantasizing.
Unfortunately, my parents had brought along Steve and that other guard. I didn't know his name. They would chase me down and my mother would drug me up again, giving Steve another opportunity to molest me.
I clasped my hands behind my back, knowing I'd wrinkle my suit jacket if I put them in my pockets, and that would never be allowed. I needed to not do anything to piss my parents off.
Didn't mean I wasn't going to look for the first escape route I could find. If an opportunity presented itself, I'd take it, even if I had to jump out of the limousine.
I followed my parents up the wide steps to the front door. I breathed in deeply and then slowly let it out as they knocked and the door was opened by an older man in a suit. My parents announced who we were and we were allowed inside.
It wasn't until we stepped into the entryway and I heard the noise level that I realized this wasn't a simple dinner with my fiancée and her parents. It was a full-on social event.
This was going to be a complete nightmare.
My mother shot me a glare before plastering a smile on her face and greeting our hosts. I barely kept from rolling my eyes. I was just so tired of all this shit. My life had been like this for so long, I barely remembered what freedom felt like.
"It's good to see you, Mr. Thomas," my father said as he shook the man's hand.
"Please, Victor, call me Andrew. We are about to be family, after all."
"Andrew." My father was practically beaming as he turned and gestured to my mother.
"Oh, you brought your younger sister," Andrew said.
"No, this is my wife."
"This young lady?" Andrew asked. "You're lying to me. There's no way this beautiful woman could be Nicolas's mother. She's too young."
I grit my teeth when my mother let out a flirty little giggle. That was the most horrendous sound I had ever heard. What was even worse was that my mother was buying the bullshit Andrew was feeding her.
I almost recoiled when Andrew's eyes lifted to me and hardened. "Nicolas."
I gave him a polite bow of my head. "Sir."
"Genevieve has been waiting for you."
A weak smile spread across my lips. Considering I don't really remember Genevieve, I couldn't say I was waiting to see her.
"She's in the other room," Andrew said. "You should go find her."
My mother twirled around, pure panic on her face. "Oh, but—"
"Not to worry, Isabella." Andrew grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle pat. "Genevieve will take him in hand."
Oh, goody.
Why did I get the feeling that Genevieve was just like my mother? My soon-to-be married life was looking even more dismal than it had before.
I didn't think that was possible.
I don't know what fantasies I had harbored, but I at least thought me and Genevieve could be friends. We certainly weren't going to be lovers.
Guess I was wrong there, too.
Still, getting away from mother sounded far better than dealing with a woman I barely knew.
I kept my hands clasped behind my back as I made my way to the other room. I paused in the entryway, looking around. There were a lot of people here. I counted no less than twenty people around the room in various little groups, chatting away with drinks in their hands and little plates of finger foods.
I should have eaten before we came here.
