Chapter Twenty-One

No one was at the airport to greet us.

Well, there was a chauffeur and a car, but none of Freddie's family or friends.

We changed into nicer clothes in a private bathroom. I wore the suit I usually wore for job interviews- black dress slacks with a matching blazer and a conservative dark blue silk blouse. I'd managed to get two jobs wearing it, so I figured it was good luck.

Freddie changed into a suit that had me feeling self conscious. His dark gray suit was impeccable. Mine suddenly felt a little threadbare. My slacks were slightly worn on the hems. The style was obviously dated. I fiddled nervously with a loose button on the cuff of my jacket I'd never noticed before.

“You look great,” Freddie assured me, but I didn't believe him. It sounded more like he was trying to convince himself more than me.

I reached for his hand. He gave me one quick squeeze before pulling away.

“We can't remember?” he said softly. “My mother has to accept you into the family before we can be seen togethe