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Of course they'll love you.
Helena:
The women in your family seem like the luxurious type, where I don't fit in.
Thomas:
It's all a question of perspective.
Helena:
I don't know.
Thomas:
I'm sure they'll love you.
Helena:
Okay, when?
Thomas:
On Sunday, is that okay?
Helena:
Agreed.
We stopped messaging, and I wondered if she had slept or was simply distracted by something else. As much as I was afraid, I didn't think she needed to fear meeting my family. Just like Deborah, they were eager for me to find happiness again. After spending years locked away in a dark corner of my heart, I thought I was close to it again.
Chapter thirty-five
As much as my grandmother had assured me that there was nothing to be afraid of, I was tense. The week had gone by faster than I would have liked, and I was there getting ready, or at least trying to, meet Thomas's family. I had bumped into his sister on the day of the nightclub, but the rest, I had no idea who they were.
A quick search for the surname Lennox on the internet revealed a traditional New York family in the field of law. All Harvard graduates had an impeccable record dating back to the great-grandparents of Thomas. They usually pursued their careers in the traditional family firm, but Thomas' brothers had chosen other areas of the law. Would they be there too? I couldn't say.
“Helena!” my grandmother shouted. “Your boyfriend has arrived.”
I straightened my hair for the millionth time and left the apartment's small bathroom, going into the living room, where I saw Thomas standing. He was carrying a bouquet of flowers in one hand.
“Wow!” I was surprised. “They're beautiful.”
“I brought it for your grandmother.” He came closer and handed it to her.
“Oh, dear.” She was a little embarrassed. “He didn't have to.”
“You deserve it.”
“Thank you.”
“Shall we?” He held out his hand to me, and I smiled.
I entwined my fingers in his.
“Take care, Grandma.”
“No problem. Enjoy!”