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“No, I wasn’t. I can’t imagine who this could be.”
As they started walking into the living room, Airon stood up and ran to the door.
“Honey, let your father answer the door,” Isabella warned.
The last thing she needed was for something bad to happen to Airon.
“Oh, please. I want to get it,” Airon begged with her hands folded under her chin as her eyes sparkled.
“Well, alright,” said Daniel.
“Hun,” Isabella said, glaring.
Daniel whispered to her, “It’s hard to say no. Plus, we will be right here.”
“Go ahead, Airon,” Isabella said with a forced smile.
With those words, Isabella and Daniel moved closer to the door, just in case. Airon reached up on her toes and pulled the door open. When the door opened, Isabella was beaming.
Alzerion. Isabella was speechless as Daniel shook his hand. She couldn’t get over it. He was taller. Fuller. She gulped as he ran his hands through his brown disheveled hair.
“May I come in?” said Alzerion. “You know, it’s not very polite to make people stand in the doorway.”
His voice was deep, yet pleasant. She blinked, twice. Taking in his appearance. He even came dressed in dark blue jeans and a black sweater with a white collared shirt to accent.
“Of course,” Airon opened her arms. Alzerion nodded as he passed and stepped into the living room.
“Thank you.” Alzerion kept his gaze on Airon. “You look like such a little princess.”
She giggled as she spun around. The hem of her ivory and light-pink laced dress spinning.
Daniel grabbed her hand and they sat down on the sofa. Isabella just soaked it all in.
Alzerion knelt down next to Airon and said, “What’s your name?”
“My name is Airon. How about you?”
He grinned. “Alex.”
Airon leaned closer. “Do you like to play games?”
“Of course, I do. What kind of person wouldn’t?”
She giggled. “Would you like to join me for tea and cookies? I helped make the cookies, and I’ve been told that this is what you do when there’s company.”
“I’d love to,” Alzerion replied with a small smile.
Alzerion stood up and Airon took his hand. She tugged him toward the little mahogany table set up for tea, off to the side of the room. She chatted for an hour. Isabella licked her lips and rested against her husband, as they continued to watch.
“Airon, thank you for my tea.”
“How about the cookies?” she stared right at him.
He laughed. “They were yummy. I love chocolate chip.”
“Me too!” She took a bit of another cookie. Crumbs falling onto the table.
“Thank you for letting me join you,” he spoke in hushed tones. “But I must speak with your parents.”
