Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Episode 30

Jack Donati took a deep breath and rang the doorbell. Just coming up to the front door of the Adams' mansion made his palms sweat. The only way he was going to get through the next hour was by keeping Whitney first in his thoughts. He would do anything for her: slay dragons, crawl across burning coals, and--scariest of all--come here to ask her parents for permission to propose.

A maid came to the door, looking suspicious when he asked to see Mr. and Mrs. Adams.

"Are they expecting you?"

He glanced at his watch. "Yes, Ma'am. I'm Jack Donati. They said two o'clock, which it is exactly."

"Very well. This way." She turned, and he followed her inside and down a long marble hallway. His heart pounded as the maid opened beautiful wood-paneled doors and he saw Blake and Genevra Adams sitting across from one another in matching wing-backed chairs looking ridiculously formal.

"Mr. Donati has arrived," the maid announced.

"Well, I doubt that," Genevra said, "but show him in anyway."

Blake sent her an ominous glare before standing to shake Jack's hand. "Jack, it's good to see you," he said. "Have a seat and tell us what brings you here. You were rather cagey on the phone."

Jesus, I need more time, Jack's mind raced as he sat. "Nice to see you both, too." He tried to smile into the awkward silence that followed while he gathered his thoughts.

"Whitney and I had a really nice time last weekend with David and Michael. Michael made us this amazing brunch--omelets and homemade coffee cake. They are such a great couple--ah, I mean, omelets and coffee cake. Together. They're great."  
Oh, God, how stupid could he be? David's parents didn't know about Michael yet, didn't even know David was gay.
"You know, salty omelet, sweet coffee cake. Great combo." Jack cold feel the color rise in his face and Blake was staring at him like he'd just dropped trou and crapped on the fancy carpet.

"I'm sure you're not here to tell us about brunch menus," Genevra said. She crossed her arms in the classic body language of animosity.

"Uh, no, Ma'am."

Jack took the small black box from his jacket pocket, opened it and held it to the light so the tiny diamond would sparkle.

"I got this for Whitney. I'd like your permission to ask for her hand in marriage."

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