π #2
I gently intertwined our fingers and she hesitantly rested her palm into mine. Ian walked with us until we reached the entrance.
Mark greeted us and the doors opened before I was even able to ring the bell.
They must have seen us arrive.
Mom appeared by the door and the biggest smile formed on her lips. Her brown shoulder-length hair was down and like always she was dressed in dress with tons of jewellery on her neck and wrists.
Her green eyes went from me to Elsie and she extended her hands, bringing her into her embrace.
"Oh my... you are so pretty, dear." She said and tightened her hands around Elsie. Dad stood behind her, giving me a nod. His hair was getting more grey but he was still not giving up on taking care of himself.
I'm sure he is still capable of fighting off our best soldiers.
"I had no idea you will be so beautiful." Mom grinned as soon as they parted. "I'm Bridget. It's so nice to meet you."
"I'm Elsie. Nice to meet you as well." Elsie's hand tightened around mine. She must have done it subconsciously.
"And who is this little guy?" She crouched down and ran her hand over his hair.
"I'm Ian." He glued himself to Elsie and looked up at her.
"This is Ian, her nephew." I said and she nodded her head while grinning at us.
"Come in. We shouldn't be standing here." She gestured for us to walk inside and dad greeted us as well.
Their house was huge.
As soon as we stepped in, my jaw almost hit the floor. I never even knew such houses existed. It looked like it was straight out of a movie or a book.
The ceilings were high with gold chandeliers hanging down.
The doors were white and tall, rimmed with golden patterns and golden handles. My hand stayed in Fenix's as we made our way to the living room. Ian stayed close to me and took a hold of my skirt.
His parents to my surprise were extremely nice. I didn't expect them to actually like me. I thought they wouldn't be happy with their son being engaged to a basic girl with no good background. On top of that I had my nephew with me, who I was taking care off.
Most parents would be disappointed with Fenix's choice but they seemed to be happy for him.
Only if they knew this will last for couple of months.
Bridget had a beautiful formal red dress. It clung to her body, reaching her knees and made her look like she was my age. The makeup on her face was beautifully done and the necklace she wore, shone with each move she made.
Fenix picked up his mom's looks but definitely had his father's height and stoic expression. Mr. Cillian seemed nice but definitely didn't smile as much as Mrs. Bridget.
"The dinner is ready. If you are hungry we can eat now." She turned around and clasped her hands together, the bracelets on her hands shimmering.
"You hungry Ian?" Fenix asked him and Ian pressed his face to my side while nodding in embarrassment.
"Oh honey. Margaret! Set the table." Bridget called out for someone and after a few seconds, shoes clacking on the floor was heard from the hallway.
A lady with a maid uniform walked towards us. She was probably in her sixties and as soon as she saw us, she smiled. Her warm eyes radiating nothing but kindness.
"Right away." She said and after that she left.
"TΓ‘ sΓ go hiontach. TΓ‘im an-sΓ‘sta leat a mhic." Bridget said something in Irish and my eyebrows pinched together in curiosity. By the way her face lit up, I'm sure she said something nice. (She is gorgeous. I'm really happy for you son.)
The tiniest smile lifted on the corner of Fenix's mouth and I chewed on my lip in nervousness.
While Fenix and his father stayed in the living room discussing something related to work, Bridget started to show me and Ian around.
The house was even bigger than I thought. There was a lot of bedrooms, there was couple of living rooms, a library, an indoor swimming pool, a gym, home cinema and so much more.
Honestly I would consider this more of a hotel than a home.
My mouth stayed open as I observed everything around.
Bridget seemed to be super excited when she showed me Fenix's old room. It was plain with couple of basketball trophies on the cabinet.
Apparently he use to play back in high school.
Margaret called for us and we went to the dining room. On the table there were all kind of foods.
We sat on the comfortable chairs. I was sat next to Fenix on my other side was Ian. He has not said a word but he was visibly excited to be here.
The maids filled our plates and I looked down at the food.
"I told them to prepare everything. If you don't like something feel free to tell Margaret." I lifted my eyes to Fenix's mom.
"No it's fine really. Thank you." She nodded and we all dig into the dinner.
Ian silently eat in his seat while Cillian and Bridget made conversations.
"How did you meet?" The question was directed at both me and Fenix.
Umm... we haven't really talked about this. When he visited my home we didn't even discuss this. Even when he called me, we didn't remember to actually think about a story.
"I met her at Nino's restaurant and I immediately knew that I won't be able to stay away from her." Fenix spoke confidently, without hesitation. Wow he was good. If I didn't knew about our situation, I would have believed him.
I was also glad that he decided to speak. I would have probably said something stupid.
Bridget almost got teary eyes. She grinned and nodded her head. "When I met Cillian it was the same." She said to me.