Chapter 4
Haley took another look at herself in the car mirror before getting out. Brooke was right, she looked like crap. She sighed, already knowing her appearance, as well as her tardiness, were going to be the first of many things her future mother-in-law was going to comment on today.
Haley walked inside and was quickly pointed in the direction of Steven and his parents.
"Haley," Steven greeted, getting up from his seat to embrace her. She kissed his cheek before taking a seat in the chair that he had pulled out for her. He may not be the most interesting guy in the world, but he was a gentleman.
"Its nice of you to join us." His mother said annoyingly.
"Steven told us you were stuck in traffic, I know what I nightmare that can be." Mr. Williamsburg never failed to come to her rescue.
Just moments later, there lunch was brought out.
"I ordered you the grilled chicken, I hope that's okay," Steven said as they sat her plate in front of her.
"That's perfect, thanks." Truth was, she hated it when she ordered for her, or anything else for that matter.
"Have you thought about the bridesmaid dresses?" Mrs. Williamsburg asked.
"I thought you already decided?" Steven questioned Haley.
"Your mother didn't like them." Haley stated simply.
"Oh."
"So I take that as a no. Haley, the wedding's in just a few weeks. This really should have been taken care of."
"Caroline, dear, you can talk about this later. Let's just enjoy lunch." Steven's father gave her a sympathetic smile, and continued his lunch.
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Haley spent the next four hours at the country club with Steven and his family. She could handle his father, he loved her. But she knew his mother didn't think she was good enough for her son, but then again, what mother ever did.
Steven walked her to her car, but stopped her before she could get in.
"So where were you this morning?"
"I told you, I was in traffic."
"Because you went to buy pantyhose."
"Yeah."
"Then where are they?"
"What?"
"Your pantyhose."
"I didn't get them."
"Why not?"
"Because I got stuck in traffic. Are you not listening to me?" She said growing agitated at his constant questioning.
"I'm listening. And you're lying."
"I am not."
"So, you didn't go back to the apartment before you came here?"
"No."
"Then when did you put this on?" He asked pulling her left hand into her eye sight.
"I never take it off."
"Funny, because when I stopped by the apartment to pick you up, I saw it on the counter."
"So I went home, big deal."
"It is a big deal, Haley. I heard Brooke on the phone, she didn't know where you were."
"Fine, I went out last night."
"And you didn't come home."
"No, I didn't. I stayed at Amber's."
"Why would you stay there?"
"Why can't you just let this go?"
"Because it worries me that when I go to pick my fiancé up, her own roommate doesn't know where she is, and her ring is on the counter."
"Look, Brooke didn't know where I was at, because she was out. And the ring was on the counter because I was tired of having the damn thing on." She yelled.
"So you don't want to marry me?" He yelled.
"That's not what I'm saying, Steven, and you know it. You always do this. You take everything and blow it way out of proportion. You're just like your mother."
"Leave my mother out of this!"
"Why? She's the problem."
"You always do that," he pointed out. "You always put the blame on her."
"Did you ever think its because it's the truth? Steven, this is my wedding, not her's. And she changes everything. "
"No she doesn't."
"Yes she does. I took the ring off because I spent all day yesterday with her, and she changed everything. I can't have the dress I want, or the cake. She booked a different band and she's even thinking of changing the colors." Haley gasped for air as tears ran down her face.
"Haley," he said quietly. "I didn't know."
"Because you don't care," she shot back.
"Yes, I do. I want you to be happy." He reached for her hands, and clasped them in his. "I'll talk to her."
"Steven…"
"I promise," he cut her off. "You should have the wedding you want," he said and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry."
"Me too," she returned a few moments later.
"Go home and get some sleep, and I'll call you later," he said opening the door.
Haley took another look at herself in the car mirror before getting out. Brooke was right, she looked like crap. She sighed, already knowing her appearance, as well as her tardiness, were going to be the first of many things her future mother-in-law was going to comment on today.
Haley walked inside and was quickly pointed in the direction of Steven and his parents.
"Haley," Steven greeted, getting up from his seat to embrace her. She kissed his cheek before taking a seat in the chair that he had pulled out for her. He may not be the most interesting guy in the world, but he was a gentleman.
"Its nice of you to join us." His mother said annoyingly.
"Steven told us you were stuck in traffic, I know what I nightmare that can be." Mr. Williamsburg never failed to come to her rescue.
Just moments later, there lunch was brought out.
"I ordered you the grilled chicken, I hope that's okay," Steven said as they sat her plate in front of her.
"That's perfect, thanks." Truth was, she hated it when she ordered for her, or anything else for that matter.
"Have you thought about the bridesmaid dresses?" Mrs. Williamsburg asked.
"I thought you already decided?" Steven questioned Haley.
"Your mother didn't like them." Haley stated simply.
"Oh."
"So I take that as a no. Haley, the wedding's in just a few weeks. This really should have been taken care of."
"Caroline, dear, you can talk about this later. Let's just enjoy lunch." Steven's father gave her a sympathetic smile, and continued his lunch.
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Haley spent the next four hours at the country club with Steven and his family. She could handle his father, he loved her. But she knew his mother didn't think she was good enough for her son, but then again, what mother ever did.
Steven walked her to her car, but stopped her before she could get in.
"So where were you this morning?"
"I told you, I was in traffic."
"Because you went to buy pantyhose."
"Yeah."
"Then where are they?"
"What?"
"Your pantyhose."
"I didn't get them."
"Why not?"
"Because I got stuck in traffic. Are you not listening to me?" She said growing agitated at his constant questioning.
"I'm listening. And you're lying."
"I am not."
"So, you didn't go back to the apartment before you came here?"
"No."
"Then when did you put this on?" He asked pulling her left hand into her eye sight.
"I never take it off."
"Funny, because when I stopped by the apartment to pick you up, I saw it on the counter."
"So I went home, big deal."
"It is a big deal, Haley. I heard Brooke on the phone, she didn't know where you were."
"Fine, I went out last night."
"And you didn't come home."
"No, I didn't. I stayed at Amber's."
"Why would you stay there?"
"Why can't you just let this go?"
"Because it worries me that when I go to pick my fiancé up, her own roommate doesn't know where she is, and her ring is on the counter."
"Look, Brooke didn't know where I was at, because she was out. And the ring was on the counter because I was tired of having the damn thing on." She yelled.
"So you don't want to marry me?" He yelled.
"That's not what I'm saying, Steven, and you know it. You always do this. You take everything and blow it way out of proportion. You're just like your mother."
"Leave my mother out of this!"
"Why? She's the problem."
"You always do that," he pointed out. "You always put the blame on her."
"Did you ever think its because it's the truth? Steven, this is my wedding, not her's. And she changes everything. "
"No she doesn't."
"Yes she does. I took the ring off because I spent all day yesterday with her, and she changed everything. I can't have the dress I want, or the cake. She booked a different band and she's even thinking of changing the colors." Haley gasped for air as tears ran down her face.
"Haley," he said quietly. "I didn't know."
"Because you don't care," she shot back.
"Yes, I do. I want you to be happy." He reached for her hands, and clasped them in his. "I'll talk to her."
"Steven…"
"I promise," he cut her off. "You should have the wedding you want," he said and placed a sweet kiss on her forehead. "I'm sorry."
"Me too," she returned a few moments later.
"Go home and get some sleep, and I'll call you later," he said opening the door.