Olive's P.O.V.
Hailey styled my hair in a curled pinned low bun with a braided crown. She pulled out a few well placed loose strands of hair to give it a sort of neatly messy look. She kept my makeup neutral, accentuating my natural beauty. She tinted my cheeks a light pink, painted my lips with a shiny lipgloss to make my red lips pop more. She highlighted my cheek bones as well as the tip of my nose while contouring the edge of my jaw and the sides of my nose.
I felt like a damn princess. My heart was racing with the flutter of a hummingbird's wings. My stomach was twisting with nerves, yet giddy to see Lucas. It felt like a stampede of horses were trudging along inside my stomach. I think Hailey could sense my nervous energy.
"Here, you put the mascara on. I know how you are with other people getting things too close to your eyes." Hailey handed me the mascara with a sigh.
I leaned forward to get a better look in the mirror. I always felt like I looked so stupid when applying makeup. My mouth was open, and my eyes were wide while I tried my hardest to separate my eyelids the farthest I could.
"You look stunning," Hailey cooed beside me.
"You think so?" I stared at my reflection, feeling like I was looking at a completely different person. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I looked beautiful, but it didn't feel like me.
"I know so. You're going to be turning heads today."
I slipped into my dress, strapping my heels on. I barely got use to wearing heels last year on Hailey's insistent need to dress me in them. I remember she said every woman should have a pair of heels that feel like their second feet. I didn't get it, and I still don't. Heels hurt.
The knock on the door had me swallowing my nerves down. My heart raced, wondering what Lucas would think of the dress I chose for myself. I felt like the was suddenly a lot of pressure on this thin fabric that graced my body. Hailey opened the door for me as I strapped the buckle of my right heel. I stood from the couch, turning to find Lucas in a white buttoned down shirt and khaki slacks. He had his hair gelled neatly back, giving him a note elegant look.
Our eyes met after we each checked one another out. The right corner of his lips turned up in that classic half smirk of his. His eyes were so intense, making me blush under their heated gaze. I bit my lip, feeling nervous and suddenly very tongue tied. Lucas didn't say a word either. We just stared at each other a moment longer.
"Perfect," he whispered as he stepped in finally. He didn't spare Hailey a glance as he walked past her straight towards me. "You look absolutely perfect."
He gently grabbed my chin, lifting up to look at him. He leaned down, granting me one of his knee quacking kisses. I couldn't help, but lean into him more for support as I felt my knees would give out under me at any second.
"How are you feeling today, my Rose?"
He kept his hold on my chin as he asked, forcing me to look him in the eyes. He was worried about me, I could see it in those deep brown eyes.
"I'm fine," I answered almost breathlessly, like the kiss he just gave me winded me.
"If at any point it gets to be too much, don't be afraid to tell me. I'll take you home whenever you want to go," he promised to which I just nodded my head.
Lucas kissed my lips one more time, before grabbing my hand, guiding me out. Hailey waved at me as I passed her by with a wink. She was enjoying this more than she probably should.
"I'll lock up when I leave, don't worry. Have fun," she called after me.
Lucas had driven a car I have yet to see. It was a royal blue Rolls Royce wide tail. It shone in the sun beautifully, giving it a more elegant feel, if possible. As usual Lucas opened my door, helping me into the car before making his way around to the driver seat. I couldn't help but watch him as he walked. The slacks he wore hugged his ass in just the right way. I felt like a perv sexualizing him as he walked but the man was too damn fine.
"Okay, so tell me what I need to know about your mom?"
I clutched onto my purse that held the small present I had gotten for Sarah. I have no idea what her likes or dislikes are, but there was no chance in hell I was going to a birthday party without a gift. It's not much, but I do still hope she would like it. Lucas smirked again, keeping his eyes on the road as he spoke.
"There's not much to tell. Mom is a pretty open book. She believes in being polite to a fault. She loves the warm sun and a cool breeze. Sun hats are her favorite, any occasion to wear one and you will find her in one." Lucas smiled as he spoke about his mother. I could tell, unlike his father, that he loved her. "She's quick to tell someone when they've done something wrong. She can be pretty funny too, but she's got a specific sense of humor that many don't understand. You have nothing to worry about, Rose. She's going to love you."
Lucas grabbed my hand, bringing it to his mouth, and kissing my knuckles as he drove. He never once took his eyes off the road, but we continued our conversation. He recounted childhood stories about his mother and sister. It turns out that his father would abuse his mother. She was able to leave him with the help of her brother, Kane.
I didn't miss the way Lucas spat out Kane's name. I am not sure why there was so much disdain in his voice when he spoke about him. As the man that helped his mother escape abuse, I would think he would say his name with a tone of admiration.
"If you can, try to avoid Kane. He sounds and acts good on paper, but behind closed doors he's anything but." Lucas warned me as we exited the interstate.
I was curious what he meant, but I would heed his warning. I won't find myself alone with Kane. I'm going to be glued to Lucas' side, he being the only one I feel comfortable around. We pulled into this beautiful bed and breakfast. The place was huge, more of a mansion than anything. There was a gravel road that led to the gravel driveway. The driveway was circular with a large fountain in the center that spewed crystal clear water from the middle.
Lucas opened my door for me, holding his hand out for me to take. I grabbed it, sliding out of the car, immediately regretting wearing heels. Heels on gravel are just asking for a twisted ankle. Lucas wrapped his arm around my lower waist, gripping my hip as he pulled me close. He steadied my steps, somehow letting me make it to the front door without hurting myself.
The inside of this place was charming. There was a large staircase to the right as you entered with a large wooden check in desk in front. Keys hung along the wall behind it, giving it a more rustic feel. Around the desk were two passageways and to the left was a large foyer with a grand piano and several victorian style chairs and loveseats.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Porter. Your mother is waiting for you on the terrace already. Please go right ahead." The receptionist greeted Lucas gesturing to the passageway on the right.
"Thank you, Marcus." Lucas nodded.
It seemed they were well known here. I didn't miss the way Marcus looked at me like a meal as we passed him by. I suddenly felt highly exposed in my heels and dress. The high slit exposed more skin, but it would make it easy to kick in if I needed to roundhouse someone.
"I apologize in advance," Lucas whispered to me as we stepped out of the opened French doors to the beautiful terrace.
God only knows what he's apologizing in advance for. I guess I'll find out.