Eleonora

I was choosing on what to dress, I had my makeup done, something simple that would fit anything I'd choose just missing the lipstick...which I will choose after I choose what to dress.

I am stressing over meeting my fake mother-in-law and the rest of the family, which I have no idea who it is. I guess it's Blaze's father, I guess he is alive, but no one ever talks about it, not even his mom at the wedding mentioned him and Blaze is a poor source of gathering knowledge about himself and his background.

I realized to know him I have to ask other people, at least about his past. Why do I have so much interest in his past? Easy, weaknesses! It's way easier to blackmail your enemy if you have actually something to blackmail him with. I have tiny things to blackmail him with and that will not work forever.

For example: I know his love for work, work above all things. I know he is a control freak, still trying to figure out if he haves OCD or if he is just simply insane. He always wears suits and nothing else although I'm not sure if that's important. He thinks he can control everything and never lose, I never lose everything, urgh so stupid. He respects work ethic a lot, his and other people's. He is rude, he manages to be harsh and formal at the same time. Lacks social interactions and emotions.

What more do I know about him? The rest is physical features which don't help a lot... They are starting to get to me, is more like his strength and becoming my weakness. I blame only him for being that handsome and also maybe...my hormones.

I need to focus. I am having lunch with that family I know nothing about and I still have to figure out what excuse to give for Blaze not showing up.

I don't want to be too casual or too formal. I guess denim pants will do, with a black top and a brown blazer coat, a tortilla brown. That will do. I put on some gloss and walked downstairs with black boots in my hand .

I heard Dorothy in the kitchen probably cleaning up "Good Morning Miss" she greeted with a smile

"Hi, Dorothy." I smiled, I really loved her, she was such a lovely and caring person sometimes I just wanted to squeeze her about how cute she was, she remembered me of my Nana. "I am so sorry about yesterday" I apologized thinking about the whole mess I left here for her to clean up

"It's ok hun. That's what I am here for. To clean up" she smiled while cleaning the island with a cloth "How is your head?" She asked making me remember when I hit my head on his chin followed by the hangover, my head was a mess, and I cringed internally thinking of it.

"It's fine now"

"That's good" she nodded "Mr.Maxwell just went to his office but he said for you to wait he had something to say to you"

"Oh- Okay" I said a bit confused, since when does he have things to say to me

"You're here" I heard him say from the end of the hallway, he was wearing a long-sleeved wine polo, with what it seemed like some black tapered pants, skinnier than the ones from his usual suits and snickers, new balance snickers that matched perfectly with his polo. This is the first time that I see him out of a suit, yes because on trivia night when I asked him to change he simply took his shirt and dressed in a black turtleneck polo.

Shit. He dressed like a rich guy, a very handsome and fashionable rich guy.

"I am here, should I not?"

"You're late, It takes around one hour and a half to get there"

"Get where?"

His head tilted and his eyebrow raised, and like a sign, I quickly understood "You're going'"

"I couldn't just throw you to the wolves without some heads up" he said shaking some folder on his hands I frowned not really getting his action. I can't lie I was more relieved now, I was quite scared of what I would find.

"Oh by the way" I walked to him so he was now standing in front of me "How do I look? How is your family about this style?"

"To masculine I think? Dresses and those floral skirts and knit stuff are more acceptable" I said taking a quick look at me and walking to the elevator

Dresses and flower? Got it "I'll here in a second" I climbed up the stairs and quickly grabbed a floral dress, I looked at it unsure... Floral dresses? I cringed looking at it, my mom bought me this when he went to my cousin's baptism. This all our nothing.

It was more like a country floral dress, I looked like I was going to a picnic, it was pretty but not really my style. I shrugged my shoulders and dressed I took a white coat to match the beige and pink dress. I grabbed white heels and walked downstairs.

"Miss. Davis we are going out to lunch now. Can you just make something for dinner for us? You can take the rest of the day" Blaze mentioned

"Very well do you have anything in mind?" Dorothy asked

"Oh Lasagna?" I said while reaching downstairs making Dorothy laugh

"Lasagna it is"

"Am I ok now? More acceptable?" I asked looking at him over the elevator

"For my parents...sure" he said shrugging his shoulders, maybe he could see my discomfort in this clothes, I was a girl of pants, suits, and one color dresses, flowers were never something I liked.

"To be clear, this is the first time that I am dressing like this for your parents because it's the first impression, I will not in any other day dress my self just to please someone" I said adjusting the dress and the little bag I had.

He called the elevator tapping the button and taking his coat of the hanger "I didn't ask you to change" he simply said

"I know"

"You should wear what you like not what you think my parents will like" he explained while we walked to the elevator

"Have a fun day, kids" Dorothy waved, we waved back as the doors were shutting

"Says you.. you're wearing a polo and skinny pants and I am not mentioning the snickers" I fired back

"This is something I like to wear when I am not working"

"You wear suits every day"

"Because I am working every day" he defended himself

"Well...then maybe you should stop working every day" I let out, I widened my eyes realizing the words that escape my uncontrollable mouth

"Why is that?" He questioned now with a smug attitude on, I rolled my eyes at him not really wanting to respond "Hum?" he hummed impatiently waiting for my response but I was saved by the elevator door. We got in the car and left right after.

Once on the highway, he stretched his arm to the back seat grabbed a portfolio full of paper and placed it over my lap

"What is this?" I questioned confused looking at the black portfolio case

"Some heads up" he said. I frowned at him and then adverted my eyes to those papers over my legs. I opened it up scanning the pages.

I can't believe this man.

Well, actually I can. I am surprised but this is very much of him. He made a whole portfolio about his family, papers with his family member's profiles, specifications, backgrounds, work...I took a deep breath and started to read his mother's profile.

Martha Keller, age 55, was born in California and lived till she was 17 in Beverly Hills. Miss California in '83, initiated art school-

"Your mom went to a art school?" I questioned curious

"Read everything"

Initiated art school but gave up a month later. Bachelor of Science in Nursing. Married at 19. Moved to NYC with husband.

I raised an eyebrow...everything seems normal, I turned the page facing his dad's profile...he is alive. Thomas Keller, 59, born in Alaska, moved to NYC, medicine school bla bla bla, Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine, bla bla bla, General surgeon NYH CEO..

"What? Your father is CEO of the most expensive and private Hospital in the country? New York Healt?" I looked at him shocked, how did I not know that and how did not everyone know that? "And why aren't you Keller?"

I saw him gulp notably uncomfortable

"I took it out"

"But people in the farm kept saying your grandfather was Maxwell"

"He was...The name Maxwell has been in the family for some time, it's an important name but not as much as Keller"

"Keller...I hear that name before... like in history classes" I looked at him but he didn't respond so I hoped the papers would clarify

Damien Keller, 30, born in Alaska living currently in NYC, bla bla bla doesn't mater... heart surgeon?

Sarah Finnegan, 26, was born in Washington, living in NYC, has a Bachelor of Science in Nursing, and now is taking a Bachelor in Medicine, engaged to Damien.

I see a pattern...I looked at him his eyes on the road and I couldn't ignore that it didn't belong to the pattern.

Angela Green, 61, bla bla bla oh it's the maid... this man made a whole profile about the maid

"Why do you have the maid here?" I questioned raising the papers

"She is the only one who will like you" he said looking at me for brief moments

"Why do you say that?"

"She's the only one who tolerates me, so she will be the only one who will tolerate you"

"That's a very stupid theory"

"It's not a theory" he said, silence again, this medicine thing was going around my head especially the name Keller, his explanations are so vague. In one side I actually wanted to congratulate him, he was the only one to step out of the monotone profession and make some thing different with his own merith, at least that's what the media says, or was it with his parents money?

I shook my head, no that's not it. I didn't meet him back then when he started the company but I'm sure he was very capable of starting things with his bare hands if he was always this obsecessed with work.

It's in these moments that I hate my spontaneous personality, my brain and mouth seem to be coordinated, and my mouth speaks why my brain thinks I just can't control it or maybe I can but I am not a person who thinks of the consequences of what I say in the moment just after I say it especially things I'm curious about, they kill me inside. And in this moment although we are not in the best terms this if we ever had some good terms which I don't believe we did. I wanted to praise for what he did its very notable stepping out of something different than the rest of the family is doing.

"So... you didn't go to medicine? Everyone in your family is clearly a fan of seeing blood and human entrails" I said with a smile on scanning through the papers "you chose something different it's impressive"

He took a quick look at me and I saw his frown. Like if I had said something wrong. Was I mean? I thought I just complimented him and he stood quiet with that unbothered face like I said something wrong.

I read all the papers cautiously afraid of getting car sick. An hour later we were arriving at a residential zone full of big houses, I have never seen this part of New York.

We entered in a very scary house to say the least that had huge black gates. What was with his family and having old scary houses? Thank God the other one was renovated I don't think I could stand 1 week a scary house like it was before, I got the chance to see how it was before Blaze starting the constructions with painting I saw. Thinking about it made me have goosebumps just like this house... Thank you lord for having lunch and not dinner, this house at night it's so not my jam.

"Great, your parents live in the Orphan's first kill house." I said looking at the hous, he stooped the car in the big entrance

"I lived there too"

"That explains a lot..." I said looking at him, he took of his belt and grabbed his coat from the back seats

"Are you ready?"

"I think so"