He knew this question could only be avoided for so long, he just didn't think that 5 minutes into the trip he would be facing it. Hell, she didn't even let him thank her for the 1,000th time for coming. Nope, she cut right to the chase. A sucker punch right to the gut if he ever saw one. "Cap? Have you been listening? I said that is we are going to pull this off, I will need to know everything about you. Including your real name. I mean, we will have supposedly been dating for 3 years now and you cannot very well expect anyone to believe that I don't know it."
"No, I suppose not. It's Charles James Cappington IV."
"Wait a second here, C.J. Cappington? As in the bank? You said that your parents were hippies? Investment bankers are just about the furthest thing from hippies! You always chided Evan for having wealthy parents and here you are, a Cappington!
"Casey, my parents are hippies. They have always marched to the beat of their own drum and sure as hell have never taken a part in the family business, that doesn't mean that my grandfather and great grandfather had to like it. And as for Evan, his parents and mine used to hang out. Back when Evan and I were kids. My parents, despite all of their crazy adventures, thought it would be a great idea for me to attend a very well-off boarding school and hanging out with other parents, was kind of the thing to do. Although, I have always suspected that my grandfather pushed them into it."
"So, let me get this straight. You, my dear Cappie, are actually the heir to the Cappington Bank throne and all of the prestige and wealth that goes with it? And this wedding for your cousin wouldn't happen to be with your mother's side of the family would it? You know just some average, run of the mill, wedding in California."
"Not exactly."
"What do you mean not exactly."
"Well, it's at the Reagan Library. And it's with my dad's side of the family. And, well, they kind of have a tendency to over do things. It's just family and a few other guests though."
"How many is a few?"
"Oh, not that many."
"You didn't answer my question, Cap. HOW MANY IS A FEW?"
"Just a couple hundred or so. But they are all business types and politicians. No one important."
"CAAAAAPPPPPIIIIIEEEE! You couldn't have told me this sooner? I so did not bring the right things to wear to this wedding! I am going to look like, like, someone who doesn't shop where these people shop! Honestly Cap, you didn't think this information would have been helpful before we went on this trip?"
"Don't worry Casey. If you want, we can go shopping before you have to meet the family. You can get whatever it is you want. Besides, they think the flight is arriving at 6pm tonight, but I got us on an earlier flight so we will arrive at 1pm. That will give us 5 hours for you to find whatever it is you need to get. I just have to warn you Casey, people will treat me differently when we are there. When we go to these stores, they will bend over backwards to make sure that you are happy because you are with a Cappington. I just want you to know that before we get there. I'm not like my other relatives, I'm much more like my parents, but you can only hide your name for so long in that town. Especially when your grandfather insists on taking you to get a new suit once a month when you are home. I swear, that man has more clothes then you do."
The disdain for all things Los Angeles astounded Casey. She couldn't help but wonder what being a Cappington was really like. If it was anything like what Cappie was describing she wasn't so sure this trip was a good idea. But, then again, Cappie never seemed like that. Money was never an issue when it came to Cappie. He never seemed to care if you had a penny to your name or if you had millions, we with the exception of Evan. But that discussion would have to take place later. "Cap. I know you don't care about these things, but I want to feel comfortable around your relatives. I don't want them to look down upon you because you picked the wrong type of girl. I'm doing this for you, you know."
"Yeah, and then free wardrobe never hurts either." He joked.
"Well, no one ever said that I couldn't enjoy it while I'm there. Besides, I can always just return it before we leave that way I look great but I don't spend all of your money."
"Well, lets just see how it goes, ok?"
"Fine. So, Mr. Cappington, are you ready for this flight?"
"Ah. The real question, my dear Ms. Cartwright, are you ready for the Cappington's?"
"Oh, I think I can handle them. Besides, the only one I really want to impress, already likes me for who I am."
"Never a truer word was spoken."
And with that they made their way to their seats to start what they both secretly wished would be a new beginning for them.
A/N: Next up…meet the Cappington's.