Chapter 14
It was Saturday, and Rosalie was enjoying the fact that she didn’t have to get up early for class. The muted noise from outside lulled her into a comfortable place where she was floating on pink cotton candy clouds. Her pillow was soft and she was snuggled into it, loving the fact that she didn’t have to get up if she didn’t want to.
BANG! Her bedroom door burst open with such violence that it hit the wall and bounced off. Rosalie almost leapt from the bed in panic, grabbing her nightstand lamp as a weapon. Her heart was pounding, racing a hundred miles an hour. Was she about to be assaulted? What was going on?
“Good morning, sunshine! Hope I didn’t startle you.” The voice was welcome, but not this early in the morning.
“Eric! What the hell are you doing here? How did you even get in? The door was locked.” Rosalie tried to give her heart a pep talk in order to calm it down, then put her lamp back on the nightstand.
“Well, you’re right. It was locked. I’m pretty good at picking locks though.” He winked at her, and she sighed heavily. It was a false alarm, and as much as she cared about him, he wasn’t going to take her lounge time from her. She crawled back under the blanket.
“Can I help you with something? Why couldn’t you have called instead of bursting in on me?” He looked bewildered for a moment, then closed the door behind him. That in and of itself told her that he wasn’t going to leave anytime soon.
“I could have called, yes, and most reasonable people would, but then you would have had the chance to tell me no, and I didn’t want that.” Logic. He was throwing logic at her first thing in the morning. She threw her pillow at him and grumbled. Eric came and sat down on the bed, giving her that puppy dog look that basically got him anything he wanted. She peeked out from under the blanket, saw the look and groaned, burying herself even deeper in the covers.
“And what exactly could I have said no to?” she asked, her voice muffled by the comforter.
“Coming to breakfast with me.” Rosalie popped her head out from under the blanket.
“I have no problem going to breakfast with you, but does it have to be right now? It’s the one day that I don’t have to get up early, and now you’re taking it away from me.” She was in full blown five year old mode and wanted nothing more than to duck under the covers.
“Well, yes it does, because it’s not just going to be with me. It’s going to be with my mom, too.” Rosalie froze. Her eyes grew wide as saucers, and her mouth fell open.
“Run that by me again?” She was pretty sure she’d heard him right, but she was hoping that she’d imagined it. He just grinned at her in that annoyingly cute way of his and refused to say anything. “If you want to break up with me you can just do it. You don’t have to sacrifice me to your mom for breakfast.” He laughed at that.
“I have my reasons for doing this, I promise. Just come with me and be your naturally sweet self and there won’t be any problems.” Rosalie seriously doubted that, but she was willing to do this for him.
“Fine! But boy do you owe me!” He gave a huge victory fist pump and did a little happy dance. Rosalie had to bite the insides of her cheeks to keep from laughing. Laughing would only let him know that he was getting away with it and would get away with everything if he just tried. She got out of bed, grabbed him by the shoulders, opened her door and promptly pushed him out of her bedroom.
“Hey! You already said you’d go!” He was indignant when she slammed the door in his face and locked it.
“And I am! But give me some privacy to get changed, geez.” There was silence on Eric’s side of the door, and she knew that he was feeling embarrassed now that he hadn’t even though of that. She dug through her closet, looking for something that might possibly pass his mother’s test, but she came up empty. All she could do was put on a nice pair of dress pants and a sweater, and hope that it would be good enough. When she opened her door he jumped up off the couch. “Slow down, cowboy. I’m going to brush my teeth and get fixed up.” He put his hands up in surrender and got himself comfortable on the couch again.
The car ride was almost silent. Not because Eric didn’t want to talk, but because Rosalie was so nervous that she couldn’t do more than stare out the window. She kept running over their first meeting over and over again in her head. Why had she been so snotty and bratty? Oh, how she wished she could go back and do it all over again. At the time, she hadn’t had a clue that she would ever be with Eric, so she hadn’t cared if his mother liked her. Now that she wanted the woman to like her, she couldn’t for the life of her figure out a way to salvage the damage she’d already done. When he pulled up into the parking lot, Rosalie got another shock. It wasn’t a restaurant, as she’d expected. It was a country club. A real, authentic country club.
“This isn’t going to go well. I’m not what she wants for you.” Rosalie could feel her knees trembling, and she didn’t want to get out of the car. Stalling seemed like the best way to go about it. Eric was at her door, holding out a hand for her, and she was all but pressing herself into the console to get away from the door.
“Rosalie. Look at me.” She did. What she saw in his eyes gave her the strength to get up. They’d been together for almost two months now, and what he was telling her with his eyes was that he wasn’t going anywhere, no matter what his mother said. It gave her that extra push that she needed. Rosalie straightened up, took his arm, and squared her shoulders as he led her in. The banquet hall was pristine, with not a fork out of place. His mother was sitting at a little table by herself, doing something on her cell phone. He strode up to her with a purpose, and Rosalie stayed behind him a little.
“Good morning, mother.” She didn’t take her eyes from the screen as she smiled in his direction.
“Good morning, Eric. I’m glad that you could join me for breakfast. I wanted to talk to you about something. Your sister’s cotillion had quite a few eligible young ladies, and I wanted to see which ones might interest you.” She still hadn’t looked up. Rosalie felt like clearing her throat so the self-absorbed woman would look up at her and see that Eric wasn’t alone.
“That’s a great idea, mother, because I have something to say on that subject, too.” She closed her phone finally and looked up. The smile on her face vanished the moment she saw Rosalie. “I’m sure you remember Rosalie, right?” The scathing look in her eyes told them both that she did.
“I don’t recall inviting her here to join us.” The icy tone would have frozen a flame, but he just shrugged it off.
“No, you didn’t, but I did. Which makes it just as good. Now, about those girls. I know that you’ve been making spreadsheets to highlight the pros and cons of each one as a wife, and I’m telling you that you’re wasting your time.” She finally dragged her eyes away from Rosalie to focus on her son.
“You know me all too well. I wouldn’t say that it’s a waste of time. I think being organized and looking at the whole picture is a good way to try to build your future. Sitting down to go over these charts is something we need to do before you choose one to get serious with.” Rosalie bristled. The bitch was going to pretend like she wasn’t here at all. Eric pulled out a chair for her, and she sat in it, keeping her gaze on his mother the whole time. She wanted to let the older woman know that she didn’t care what she wanted. She would leave when Eric told her he didn’t want her anymore.
“That’s just it. I already have one picked out to get serious with.” That was news to Rosalie. She’d thought things were going great between the two of them. He’d brought her here so she would be part of this conversation, and so she would understand that he had to break up with her because of his mom. She could feel the tears starting to well up, and she wanted nothing more than to get out of there, but she couldn’t make an excuse to leave. She couldn’t even talk. The tears she was holding back were choking up her throat, and she knew no sound would escape. She would sit here, mutely, until he took her home, then never speak to him again.
“How can you have already picked someone? You haven’t even seen my lists.” She was trying to be calm, but it wasn’t working.
“Because I don’t need to make lists. I can get to know someone and know whether or not I want to be with them because of who they are.” Now there was some venom in his voice, and she flinched. Something told Rosalie that this was the first time that he’d spoken to his mother like that, and she didn’t like it. She turned her eyes to Rosalie, clearly blaming it all on her. Eric caught the look and took that opportunity to throw them both into turmoil. He took Rosalie’s hand, sliding out of his chair down to one knee. “We’ve been together for two months now, and I know all that I need to know about you. You’re hardworking and honest, you kept my secret when I asked you to, even though you had no reason to be loyal to me. You helped me, even when I was at my worst. You’re the person that I want to spend the rest of my life with.” He pulled a ring box from his pocket and opened it. “What do you say?” His mother found her voice first.
“NO! I forbid it! You are destined for better than this trailer trash! You could be social royalty! A king, for god’s sake! Why would you throw that all away for a gutter mouse?” Anger fueled Rosalie as she decided on her words.
“Eric, I’m sorry, but I have to say no.” She took a brief moment to compose herself, and his mother folded her arms across her chest, smiling smugly.
“See? She doesn’t even want you. She knows there are more men out there that are closer to her social standing, and that she has no chance with you. You really are a smart girl. Good for you. I thought I’d have to point out that you didn’t deserve him.”
“I’m not saying no because I don’t want to be with you.” His mother’s mouth fell open in shock. “I’m saying no because we’ve only been together for two months. If you still feel the same way six months from now, and you decide to ask me again, then I’ll tell you yes.” She smiled at him, and the beaming grin he returned told her that she’d made the right choice. He got up, put the ring back in his pocket, took her hand, and led her out of the country club.