I stare up at him, but his expression doesn't offer me any clarity.
"That can't be…" He looks at me apologetically. "Give me a minute."
I nod and adjust my dress.
His footsteps move through the apartment. Then he's opening the door.
"Sweetheart, you look good," a voice says. It's older. Female. "It's really true."
"Yeah," he says.
"My son really is married."
21
Joel
Bella pulls her arms over her chest as she steps into the main room. It doesn’t do much to hide her cleavage. Her tits are fighting that tight dress.
I have no complaints, but I can read the nervous look on her face. She doesn't want my mom thinking she's trashy.
She doesn't realize that my mom doesn't think anyone is trashy.
"I'm sorry to pop-in, but I couldn't reach Joel on his phone. And, well, I had to come when I heard the news." Mom nods hello. "You can call me Trish."
"Bella."
"Don't let me stop you two from whatever you were doing." Mom smiles.
Bella blushes. "No, that's fine. We were just, ahem—"
"Practicing," I say.
Mom nods. "Yes, I can tell you two were working hard."
"Excuse me." Bella motions to the bathroom. "I'll be a few minutes."
Mom offers her a friendly smile.
Mom offers everyone that friendly smile.
She waits until Bella is in the bathroom to look to me. "She's pretty."
"Yeah."
"Smart?" Mom asks.
I nod.
"She seems polite too."
"She's nervous. Almost like she didn't know she was going to meet my mom for some reason."
"I called a few hours ago."
I'm sure that's true. For the last few hours, I've been thinking of nothing but teaching Bella to play. Okay, maybe I thought about making her come here and there. But I was mostly in music mode.
Mom's voice is teasing. "How did someone like you end up with someone so polite."