Chapter 2

• A week later, Sasha was on a ride with her parents to meet with her soon to be in laws and, of course, her soon to be husband, who was still a mystery to her.
• She has a nice and scary feeling about this meeting; what if he turns out to be one of her ex who wanted to get back to her for dumping him? What if he is an old acquaintance she had refused to sleep with? Just who is he that he had to accept the proposal to marry her with just a glance?
• Driving into the country home, her eyes widened; damn, she is getting married into a rich family. They had already passed the gate but were still driving past a lot of trees and flowers; everywhere was green and wow, captivating.
• After five to ten minutes drive, they pulled over in front of a mansion with fountains every fifty meters from the first and a lot of statues; the house looked like a fairytale palace, surrounded by a lot of greens and flowers; it was beautiful.
• Sasha wowed in her mind; she was already in love with the building, a few house servants came to meet them with smiles.
• Angelica accepted their greetings, beaming a smile. They were led into the house, and a tall, beautiful woman walked up to them in gracious movement, she looked like the Queen of England, and if Sasha didn’t know better, she would really believe she is.
• “Welcome, welcome,” she smiled at them, and there was something about her that looks so familiar; her crystal blue eyes really reminded her of someone, someone she doubt she would ever meet in her life again.
• “Thank you,” Angelica smiled, and so did Nicolas.
• The woman looked at Sasha and smiled, “this must be Sasha then; she is more beautiful than I expected.”
• Sasha smiled at the woman; what a flattering tongue; she thought, “it’s nice to meet you too.”
• The woman smiled before leading them into the living room where Sasha believed she would get lost if left alone in the house.
• The house was huge; she mean huge; her eyes widened as she admired the decoration of the sitting room, with a chandelier that had eight to ten steps shining brightly in the room.
• There were three huge portraits hanging on the hall. One was of the woman, and another of a man with dark blue eyes, a brunette who she believed must be her husband. Wealth smelled from him.
• The last of the portrait was of a young man who should be at least two years older than her age; he has pitch black hair that was slicked back, shiny and wet like as if he had just stepped out of the shower, his crystal blue eyes seemed to be burning into hers as if the portrait was alive and he was looking at her. He had a chiseled jaw, and his nose was perfectly pointed; there was a thin, sexy pink line on where his lips should have been. He looked so familiar, and when it finally dawned on her, she gasped; after all, one never forgets their first love.
• Sasha found herself staring intently at the portrait.
• Could it really be him, or has she wished on seeing him again so much that she thinks this person is him?
• She stared at the man in the portrait next to his and remembered she sees that face a lot, especially in the news, he looks so much like Joseph Brown.
• She looked at the woman in the portrait, if he is Joseph Brown, then she is Vanessa Brown, and that will make him, she looked at the young man portrait before her, Michael Brown.
• She had a sharp intake of breath and looked around her. Does this mean she is in the household of the Brown’s? The multi-billionaire family? She thought about it, of course, only the Brown’s can get her the Jack and Jones contract.
• She turned to face the woman who was chatting so freely with her parents. Is she getting married to Michael? She felt her heart beat increasing; she found herself dying to meet this fiancé of hers. Could he really be the one? But, it was known then in school that he was gay; that was also the reason she never went after him.
• “Joseph will be here any Moment now; he is just going through some paperwork in his study,” the woman she has realized as Vanessa told her parents.
• Sasha’s heart was increasingly beating; she really wanted to ask about him; she wanted to be sure he was the one. It will be heartbreaking to have her hope rise for nothing.
• “That’s okay; we can wait,” her mother was saying, “what about Michael?”
• “Oh, he will be here soon, don’t worry. I’m pretty sure he is looking forward to seeing his fiancée.” Vanessa looked at Sasha with a smile, “now I see why he chose her at first glance; she is a beauty.”
• “Oh please, don’t flatter us,” Angelica said but with a proud smile evident on her face as she looked at her daughter.
• Michael, she said Michael, Sasha’s mind kept repeating, could it be a different Michael? Is she mistaken? She couldn’t believe how they were so busy chatting casually when she was about to have a breakdown.
• Why didn’t her parents tell her so that she could mentally prepare herself? She had already concluded within herself that she would never meet him again in this lifetime of hers, and here she was, about to marry him?
• Her legs went weak, and she sat on the available sofa closest to her; she needed to get her emotion under control, she always denied it, but she knew he was the reason she hadn’t settled with anybody because she always expected to see his qualities in them and when they don’t have it, she gets angry and breaks up with them. She wants him, badly, but there was always something chasing her away, the fact that he is gay.
• The last time she saw him was two years ago when she had traveled to Canada for a meeting. She had seen him as usual in the circle of his male friends or business partners? She can’t tell. She had gone to the restaurant in her hotel to have a drink and had seen him, she had been shocked out of her wits, he was the last person she had expected to see, and as usual, he didn’t even notice her and she had stayed in the restaurant stealing glances at him. He had stayed there for nearly three hours, but not once did he glance at her table.
• A man greeting her father brought her back from her dreamland; she looked up to see the exact same man she had seen in the portrait; nothing was out of place, “welcome,” he said. Nicholas shook hands with him, and he turned to look at her, “you must be Sasha.”
• She nodded before smiling, “yes, nice meeting you.”
• The man smiled, “you are welcome to my home Sasha, I hope you will enjoy us as we hope to enjoy you.”
• What an easy going man, she thought, despite his wealth. “I hope so too.”
• Joseph smiled before sitting beside his wife and started a discussion with her parents, which she was oblivious too; she couldn’t get her mind to stop thinking about her fiancé or the man she believes is her fiancé.
• After a good hour of chatting with the Brown’s, a tall man stepped into the living room; he was wearing a dark blue suit that complements his eyes, a white shirt underneath with two or three buttons open. His hair was slicked back and shiny. His chest was broad, and he walked elegantly to his parents. Sasha couldn’t get her eyes off of him; he was just as he was, two years ago, cool and handsome.
• He greeted her parents with a nod and only glanced at her briefly; it was just as if he didn’t see her there. She swallowed and waited for the introduction, which she knew would be coming soon.
• “Michael, it’s been a long time,” Nicolas said and the young man only slightly raised the corner of his lips in a faint smile as a response.
• “Son, I believe you know who there are; this is Nicolas White and his wife, Angelica; we have shared a lot of business contracts with them,” Vanessa introduced before looking at Sasha, “over here is their daughter, Sasha, your fiancée.”