I shut the laptop with a snap.
"Hey, babe" I am the perfect image of a good girlfriend.
Deep inside I am shaking but then I am trying to convince that it's just a coincidence. I don't believe in coincidences so that's bullshit. They both have a brother they don't talk to. Thy both don't like talking about their family.
"There is an anniversary this weekend for my mother, and we are both going," Trevor tells me as he hands me a cup of hot chocolate. I twist my mouth and tell him I prefer a coffee.
"We are cutting your coffee intake, it's not so healthy," he replies.
I don't think so much about it. I think about what he told me about his mother's anniversary.
"Where will it be?" I ask as I take a sip of the hot chocolate. It's sweet and creamy.
"At home, in long island."
"Just you and your father I presume,"
"No, actually my whole family will be there, including my brother."
I choke on my drink. Oh no.
He asks me if I am okay and I nod in between coughing. The universe is playing with me right? Just minutes after knowing Chase's name, Trevor tells me that I am about to meet the whole family?
"Okay sure," I say but I am planning about a million things that will need to come up so that I won't have to go.
But then I listen to myself and how selfish I sound. He literally shared about his mother and yet I am planning on not going? God, could I feel guiltier? I know it would mean the world to him if I went, even though it means sacrificing myself and us.
I knew the odds of this and I am about to exactly know the exact extent of those odds.
***
I decide to dress in black. I know it's an anniversary but then again, this is not for anyone; this is for me. I am in mourning, for the love that I have experienced and the same love that is going to die tonight.
I have been preparing myself mentally and physically too but still I can't help the tension that is making my body to feel taut. Trevor has no idea about the battle I have been fighting inside my head because he cannot suspect anything. We have been amazing these past week that I feel like a fairy tale. Same with chase.
We haven't been able to meet but I think and know because I can hear it in is voice when we do talk that he is falling for me.
I take all the good moments and memoirist with me and I relive them as I stand in the closet. I do not regret a single thing that I have done.
I own it.
And when Trevor opens the door of the limo for me to get in I do so with my head held high. He joins me and his driver drives us to the estate of his childhood home. I focus on him. He seems quieter than usual and so I take his hand in mind, giving him a gentle squeeze. He seems to appreciate it because he sighs and sit back.
"I love you," I whisper to him and kiss his cheek as I linger, inhaling his scent, closing my eyes.
"I love you too," he responds and kisses my forehead. I lie my head on his arm and we drive in silence the rest of the way.
I knew that they were old money but nothing really compares to what I had imagined in my head. The drive to his house is quite a distance. From the drive you can hear the waves crashing and I roll down the window to inhale the salty fresh air of the ocean.
"You don't have to interact with anyone if you don't want to. It doesn't matter to me," Trevor tells me and I know he is jut calming himself so I just nod.
There is a roundabout of a fountain at the huge Victorian house. It is so magnificent and beautiful. There are luxurious cars parked at the front like a car show and I see a butler who greets Trevor with love in his eyes. Trevor seems to be at ease and completely happy when he talks to the old tall man. If I didn't know better, I would have thought that he was the father.
We get in and then I see Kincaid. He looks just like the picture in the business magazines. He never ages although he is walking with a helping stick.
"Glad you could make it," Mr Kincaid said curtly and Trevor just nods, his jaw clenched.
"Are you not going to introduce me to your friend?" Mr Kincaid says and the he turns to me. "Excuse my son, his manners don't seem to have improved even after so many years. I am Kincaid, and welcome," he extends his arm.
I shake it. "Thank you, I am Hannah Montero." I don't say who I am to him because I hadn't asked Trevor if we are to say it or otherwise.
"She is my girlfriend," Trevor says looking at his father and they seem to be battling with their eyes. I am never going to understand how these rich people are, or even show the family kinship outside business.
"I guessed correct. You are very beautiful. And please, welcome again." Mr Kincaid says with a smile that don't quite seem to reach his arm. When he leaves I see Trevor adjust his jacket and I see that he is not unnerved nor uncomfortable.
He is okay. The small boy who grew up here is all grown up.
"Trevor," a voice I recognize so well I would know it from anywhere speaks from behind us.
Trevor turns around. "Chase," he responds. I really don't want to turn around but if I stay like this it's going to look so weird so I turn around and there is chase.
And he is not alone.