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“Alright, alright. But I have to go now.” I tell Meghan, bidding her goodbye and dropping the phone onto the bed after she disconnects from her end.
I quickly step into my bathroom for a much-needed shower, where I shave my legs.
Afterward, I put effort into ensuring I look my best and love the result that stares back at me in the mirror nearly forty minutes later.
The gown is a filmy, floor-length dinner gown with sleeves that drop to my biceps, leaving my neck and chest exposed. I wear a simple gold chain on my neck and matching studs on my ears. I have also managed to tame my long curly red hair with a flat iron.
I don't know how Mr. Vaughn got my number, but he forwarded his address to me. I order an Uber and barely step out of my moderate apartment when the loud ping signals the arrival of the driver. I give him the address to Sebastian’s home, and he punches it into the GPS.
I try not to feel nervous, but it is impossible. I don't know how this is going to turn out, but I cannot deny that I am excited at the thought of getting to see Callie and her father and watch them converse.
We get to the area where Mr. Vaughn lives, and I note how startlingly different it is from my own nearly rundown area. It feels like even though both the middle class and the rich live on earth, our worlds are very far apart.
I’ve never experienced the luxury of living lavishly, as I was brought up by parents who were very much in love and content with the little they had. I was raised with so much love and joy that I knew I couldn't trade places with the richest family, even if they offered a billion dollars. I cherish my childhood and love my parents to pieces.
Twenty-five minutes later, the car glides toward a large gate that opens automatically on its own. I wonder how completely safe it is when just about anyone could drive to the gate and have the damn thing open for them. I am going to have to ask.
The car rolls past the lush gardens and toward the most beautiful mansion I've ever set eyes on. I feel my nerves returning and I fight to suppress them.
I pay the driver after he parks and push the car door open. I make my way down the walkway and toward the steel door, but before I get the chance to knock, the door is pushed open by a woman in her early seventies with a kind smile.
“I was informed of your arrival.” She notifies me as she steps back for me to enter. “Good evening. Please come this way.” The woman says.
I look around, wondering if I have stepped into a movie. The vast living room looks like a castle with a round staircase that reminds me of the movie Titanic and the wonderful stairwell scene.
I follow the woman past the living room, complete with a fireplace and a Persian rug, long couches flanked on each side, and breathtaking arts. I wish she would walk slower so I can take it all in, but it appears that the woman has been given instructions to be prompt.
I don't know how Mr. Vaughn managed to decorate his home with old-fashioned-themed antiques as well as a modern style, but he did it successfully. The contrast provides a beautiful aesthetic that I find fascinating.
When we get to the dinner table, I find Callie and Mr. Vaughn seated, waiting for me. I briefly wonder if I am late and discreetly try to check the time.
“Miss Donovan!” I hear an excited voice call out.
I immediately start grinning.
“Hi, Callie!”
I turn to face Mr. Vaughn. The words on the tip of my tongue die as I see the look of lust in his eyes. He’s looking at me as if he is truly seeing me for the first time.
“Hello, Mr. Vaughn.” I greet.
The man merely runs his eyes over my body, those eyes feeling like a physical touch. Then he says, “When we are in a private setting like this, I would love for you to call me by my first name.”
He gestures for me to sit, and I do so with a smile.
“Okay, Sebastian.” I rasp for the first time, allowing his name to roll off my tongue and realizing that I like the sound of it. I also don't miss the way the man's eyes darken in what can only be described as lust.
