Chapter 7: Daughter-in-Law

Dana POV:

I drag my eyes over the full length of the white Bardot dress I was to wear soon, and I just still could not believe the price tag. I've never worn a dress that had a price tag that cost more than what I got paid in five days of working. I would go to one of those cheap boutiques instead and get a similar style of the dress for a much cheaper price. Even my makeup looked flawless. Seeing how busy these women were, they must be getting paid a lot of money to do something that I could have just done myself. Not that I'd be as good as they were, but still, I could have done a good enough job.

Blake had picked me up early this morning in a hurry and he brought me to this expensive looking studio to get my hair, makeup and styling done. The hair stylist straightened out my wavy hair that I was only just getting used to, and instead put my hair up in a stunning bun that I wasn't too excited about.

"I don't know Blake. Isn't all this a little too much? I mean, I'm not exactly a huge fan of wearing overly expensive dresses and I also detest the fact that my neck is exposed right now because of this bun,” I complain with a light frown, and he stares back at me with that expression that showed he wasn't having it.

"If you don't want the bun, just tell that to the stylists Dana and tell them exactly what you want and as for the dress my dear, you really need to start getting used to them. You are officially going to be recognized as my fiancée Dana and I can't have you walking around in cheap clothes that don't befit your status,” he replies strictly and although I knew he had a point, I still wanted to be stubborn.

"I get that, Blake, but this dress is so unnecessarily expensive. I can get the same dress for way less out there and trust me, I'd still look as dashing as I look in this one,” I assure him.

"Absolutely not happening, darling. It's better you just drop the subject and let the stylists do their job. We don't have all day and we need to leave in less than two hours,” he replies with a tone that showed he was done listening to me and I sigh in defeat.

"Okay fine then! I guess I'll wear a dress that costs me more than what I get paid in a week combined,” I drawl lazily but he ignores me as I expected and kept going through the magazine in his hands.

About an hour later and a half later, we leave the studio and head for Blake's family house. Before leaving, Blake already put me through on things I should expect to see so I don't act surprised, and he also thought me how to eat really slowly so I don't turn off his parents.

I hear the screeching of the car and realize that we had already gotten to our destination. My eyes grow two times wider when I see a really tall gate open up, revealing the most beautiful mansion in have ever seen in my entire twenty-six years of living. I admit I have seen that many, but I don't anything could look better that this except the White House of course.

"When you told me your family house was huge, you forgot to mention that it looked like a palace,” I hissed at Blake, earning an eye roll from him.

"Please Dana, try not to look too surprised. I don't want you embarrassing me,” he warns, and I frown.

"Me? Embarrass you? I should be the one saying that. You better not mess things up for me in front of your parents or we're gonna have serious problems,” I warn him strictly and he scoffs before getting out of the car and walking towards the passenger door. He opens the door for me like I expected, and I step out of the car, feeling like royalty.

I intertwine my arm under his and we walk slowly towards the main entrance of the house. Saying I was nervous right at this moment would definitely be an understatement. I sucked in a deep breath as my chest heaved in an unusual manner and I had a feeling Blake could tell I was panicking.

"Just try and relax yourself Dana. You can't let my parents know you're nervous or my dad specifically will try to intimidate you,” he advises, and I glare at him.

"Was that supposed to be helpful pretty boy?" I hiss in a hushed tone and something about my nervousness got him laughing.

"Stop stressing Dana. You'll be fine. And do me a favor, try not to call me pretty boy while we're in there because my mother may not like it,” he adds, and I mentally roll my eyes. What's with rich people and their numerous do's and don'ts?

The door to the entrance opens to reveal the most magnificent hallway I have ever seen in my life. I've always thought beautiful places like this only existed in movies, but I guess some humans are just born with the luck of living their lives like it were an actual movie.

We walk into the hallway that was covered in beautiful golden carpets that made me feel like I just stepped into an Egyptian palace and don't even get me started on the beautiful walls that were glistened in white and gold colors.

A middle-aged woman approaches us and leads us to where I assume would be the dining hall. If I thought the hallway was magnificent, then the dining area is definitely beyond anything and everything I have ever seen. For someone like me who loves food, if I get to eat in a room like this every day of my life then I'm pretty sure I'll be two times my size because I can't imagine eating here and wanting to actually leave.

Right in front of us were two elderly couple who I already assumed where Blake's parents. His father looked to be around his early sixties or so and as for his mother, she looked like a beautiful actress. She had short brown hair, with glittering blue eyes that complimented perfectly with her skin tone.

"I still can't believe that Blake finally brings home a woman after months of refusing to. Why all of a sudden my boy?" Blake's father asks in a suspicious tone, wearing an unimpressed look on his face.

"Good afternoon to you too father,” Blake replies, bored, before turning to his mother.

"Hello mother,” he greets, and she replies with a small smile, still maintaining her silence. Is she also one of those pretty wives? Pretty wives are women who are married to rich men simply to be an object to show off because of their beauty. They have no authority when it comes to speaking up against their husband. I don't know if that makes sense but that's what Samantha always called them.

"Are you refusing to answer me son?" His father asks, obviously getting impatient and judging from the look on Blake's face, he wasn't planning on explaining himself. To think I thought he'd actually handle anything without trying to be stubborn.

"Good afternoon Mr. Davies,” I interrupt their intense stare down and they both stare at me with confused and curious expressions on their faces. I could feel Blake's hands tighten around mine and when our eyes meet, I nod curtly to assure him that I know what I'm doing.

"Do you have something to say you lady?" His father asks with a tone that didn't exactly sit well with me.

"First, I'd like to tell you that it's a pleasure to finally meet with you, sir. Blake has told me a lot about you, and he speaks very highly of you,” I say to him. He scoffs.

"If he really thought very highly of me, he wouldn't suddenly show up with some random woman and expect me to believe he's about to make her his wife,” he spits out, visibly outraged.

"Is that your assumption, sir? You think that just because he suddenly decided to introduce me to you, that he and I might just be pretending? With all due respect, sir, I find that absolutely disrespectful because I'm not a pretend girlfriend. Blake and I have been together for more than a year now, but he only kept me a secret because I wasn't ready yet,” I say to him, and I knew it was going to take much more than words to actually convince this old man.

"Is that so woman? Okay, let's say I believe all this nonsense, tell me why anyone in the world wouldn't be ready to marry a fine bachelor like my son?" he retorts in a somewhat boastful manner, and I could see Blake roll his eyes from the corner of my eye.

"Exactly for that reason sir! Your son here is one in a million and like you just said, anyone in the world would want to marry him but then I also believe that not just anyone should marry someone as perfect as he is. I used to think I wasn't good enough for your son because I didn't have anything to offer him and I didn't want people to think that I only wanted him for his money which is why I wasn't ready to make our relationship public,” I explain with a serious tone, forcing out little droplets of tears to make my acting more believable.

Blake squeezes my hands a little bit, giving me a sign to relax and let him take over.

"Am I supposed to feel sorry for you miss?" His father asks rudely and if I wasn't getting five million dollars out of this nonsense, I would have shoved my pretty shoes down that old man's throat.

"She doesn't need you to feel sorry for her father. She only explained to you why she didn't come forward in the past. I personally don't care whether or not you believe that this woman right here is the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with. You asked me to introduce her to you and I already did just that, whatever you think is up to you father,” Blake replies to him with an I-don't-give-a-fuck tone.

"Derek, you should let the girl be. The only thing we wanted was for our son to finally settle down with a woman and now that he has brought home a beautiful young lady, we shouldn't be bothered by the timing." His mother speaks up for the first time since I got here, and I would be lying if I said I wasn't admiring her right this moment. This woman has one of those voices that helped give inner peace to anyone who needed it. Her calmness and her composure were beyond admirable.

Clearing his throat, "Okay then, I'll stop with my suspicion but you two had better not be pulling a fast one on me. I might be old but I'm not stupid,” he boasts with a loud laugh before finally inviting us to take a sit on the table and calling on people I assume were maids to come serve the food.

The atmosphere had become much peaceful and less suffocating after Blake's mother's intrusion and surprisingly, both his parents started to act nicer to me although his father still sounded a bit unimpressed with me, but I ignore him and focused more on winning his wife's trust since now I could tell that she wasn't the pretty wife that I thought she was.