The Heartbroken - S01 E116

Story 2 years ago

The Heartbroken - S01 E116

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 116

The sound of our

laughter filled the car,

along with the blast of

music from Mayday

Parade, and at that

moment I realized just

how much Seth had

changed everything.

If he hadn’t offered his

help, where would I be

right now? I could

picture myself in a

party, half-drunk,

sitting on a random

guy’s lap, making sure

Cedric was watching

somewhere in the

distance.

“Seth,” I said.

“Mmm?”

“It would have been my

loss, too,” I said, not

looking at him, “if I

hadn’t met the real

you.”

—

I only started to freak

out when we finally got

to the restaurant. Even

from the outside, the

place looked incredibly

grand. It looked so

polished and

undoubtedly high-class.

It was a forty-minute

drive from my house,

which probably

explained why I’d never

been here before.

“Mom’s already inside,”

he said. “You ready?”

I wasn’t, but it wasn’t

like I had another

choice, so I just nodded

and tried to calm

myself.

He made a gesture with

his left arm that I’d only

ever seen in movies. At

first I just eyed his

elbow warily, not sure if

I got it correctly, but

then I walked closer to

him and wrapped my

arm through his. I could

feel his warmth, even

through the cloth of his

shirt and the lace

sleeves.

At the entrance, a man

politely ushered us

after asking if we had

reservations.

A few seconds later, I

found myself silently

thanking the fact that I

could hold onto Seth for

support, otherwise, I

could have tripped on

my heels. The place

took me breathless,

making my head spin

around at its grandeur.

If it fazed him even

just the slightest bit, he

hid it well.

The place was dimly lit

with mini chandeliers

radiating a soft, orange

glow. The tables were

draped with maroon

table cloths over white

ones and, much to my

surprise, didn’t have

candles but flowers at

the center. The sight

was so overwhelming it

took a while for me to

realize the soft,

classical music playing.

I barely noticed the fact

that we already

stopped walking when

Seth cleared his throat.

“Mom.”

Blinking, I tore my eyes

away from the velvet

drapes and my gaze

landed on a stunning

woman with a polite

smile on her face. She

stood up from her seat

and held a hand out.

“Hello. You must be

Kyla.”

I took it and shook her

hand, trying not to

gawk at her beautiful

features and the way

her dark green dress

flattered her tall figure.

Her hair, fixed in a

classic updo, was the

same sandy brown as

Seth’s, as far as I could

tell in the dim lights.

“Hi, Mrs. Everett,” I

managed to say, but as

the shock of seeing her

wore off, I began to

think of her as the

woman who’s having an

affair with Cedric’s dad.

No matter how hard I

tried, I couldn’t quite

fully shake the thought

off. “It’s nice to finally

meet you.”

She sat back down

again and Seth and I did,

too. A waiter actually

assisted me with my

chair and all and I felt

really awkward.

“Please, call me

Isabelle,” she said,

looking at me closely.

“Seth didn’t tell me you

were this pretty.”

My hand twitched at

the urge to cover my

face and hide. I didn’t

feel pretty at all, sitting

there with all these

other rich people,

especially in front of

Seth’s gorgeous

mother. “Thank you.

Seth didn’t tell me you

were either.”

The moment the words

left my mouth, I

regretted them. I was

mentally banging my

head against the

possibly expensive

table, feeling stupid for

having said such a reply.

Isabelle, however,

laughed and began

asking me the basic

stuff about myself,

complimenting me

every so often. The

food (the appetizers,

anyway) arrived quickly,

so I figured she might

have ordered

beforehand. I had

absolutely no idea what

the dishes were, but

they seemed French.