Aurora POV
As we drove to the mansion, I couldn't help but think about Madison and our relationship. I was excited to meet his parents, but I was also a bit nervous. I hoped that everything would go well, and that Madison's parents would like me.
We drove through the gates of the mansion, and I was amazed by the beauty of the place. The mansion was huge, with tall columns and a grand entrance. I felt a bit intimidated.
Samuel opened the door for me, and I stepped out of the car. I took a deep breath and followed him to the entrance of the mansion. I was ready to meet Madison's parents and determined to make a good impression.
A tall, elegant, and beautiful woman stood before me. I could tell she was Madison's mother by the way he had described her. She had a commanding presence, and I felt a bit intimidated by her.
"Good evening, ma'am," I greeted her, trying to sound confident and respectful. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe, and I felt like she was trying to figure out what kind of family I came from. Her expression seemed to say, "Where did my son find this person?" I started to feel nervous and unsure.
"Evening," she replied, looking displeased. I felt ashamed, like I didn't measure up. My reality was setting in, and I wasn't sure if I belonged. I tried to brush off the feeling and focus on the conversation.
"Come and have a seat," Madison's mother said, gesturing to the dining table. Just then, Madison walked in through the entrance door. He walked straight to his mother and gave her a peck on the cheek. "Where's Dad?" he asked, looking around the room.
"We need to talk," his mother said, without answering his question. Madison noticed me standing there and said, "Babe, I'm coming. Let me talk to my mom first." He gave me a reassuring smile, and I felt a bit better.
As he stepped aside to talk to his mother, I heard her say, "Another lowlife? What's with you and lowlife women?" Madison replied, "Was that why you made a face when I walked in?" His mother said, "This wedding will not happen. I'm totally against it." Madison responded, "The wedding will happen, or you won't see me again." Then he walked out on his mother.
I felt a bit shocked by their conversation. It seemed like they had a lot of issues to work through. Madison reached out to me and asked, "How are you doing, my love?" I replied, "I'm doing alright," feeling relieved that he was talking to me again.
Just then, an elderly male voice asked, "What's going on?" I turned to see Madison's father coming downstairs. He looked like a kind and gentle man, and I felt a bit more at ease.
"Good evening, sir," I greeted him. "Evening," he replied. "Aurora, right?" he asked. "Yes, sir," I responded. "Have a seat," he said, gesturing to the dining table.
We all sat down at the dining table and started eating. Mr. Grey asked me, "Which college did you attend?" But before I could answer, Madison interrupted, "Dad, I already told you everything you need to know about her. Can we just focus on eating?"
It felt like he didn't want his parents to know that I didn't attend college. The atmosphere was awkward, like he was the one in charge of making decisions in the house. I tried to focus on eating and not make a big deal out of the situation.
We focused on eating, and the dining room was quiet. The only sound was the clinking of spoons. It was uncomfortable, and I felt like I was just going through the motions.
When we finished eating, Madison stood up and said, "I'll drop you off at your place." His father replied, "Okay, do as you wish." I could sense that he didn't want to argue with Madison.
I stood up and left with Madison. As we walked out, I felt relieved to be leaving th
e uncomfortable situation behind.