Alexander held my hand as theSterlings accompanied me to the door.
The ghoulish, couple stood statuesque and imposing, yet mannerly.
"It was great to meet you," I said sincerely. "And thanks for dinner."
"Please give our regards to your parents," Mr. Sterling said, and gave me a polite kiss on the cheek. It Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter,was enough to make my frozen heart melt.
" Yes, we must meet them," Mrs. Sterling said. "We'll have Jameson set something up immediately."
Bad idea,I wanted to say. "I know they'd be honored," Iuttered instead.
"What a sweet girl,"Mrs ,Sterling said. "I'd like to get to know you better, Raven," she remarked before I stepped out the door.
My eyes lit up."Absolutely. I'm free any time." The sight of Mrs. Sterling and I hanging out at the mall together would be sure to turn the town ofDullsville on its head. We'd probably show up on the local news.
Chapter 13 Graveyard Glam
Inever expected that I'd have a "girls' night" with Mrs. Sterling. Becky-always a given. My mom-when we both were in good moods.My aunt Libby-when I'd visit her inHipsterville .But Mrs. Sterling?The mother of my true love? I couldn't have dreamed of this night, even with my outlandish overactive imagination. And it was about to take place.
I had to wonder what her motives might be. Was she trying to get the scoop on how I really felt about Alexander? Or was this a chance to get the scoop on me?
Either way, I didn't care. I was preparing to go out with the most fabulous, ghoulish mom on the planet. Everything was working out after all. I got to meet Alexander's parents, have some adult vampire Generated by ABC Amber LIT Converter,time, and would soon get lull reign of the Mansion again.
I parked my bike at the Mansion's gate at dusk and knocked on the door. Instead of being greeted by Alexander, Jameson bid me welcome.
"Hello, Miss Raven. Mrs. Sterling is looking forward to your visit. If you'll wait in the parlor room, she will be with you shortly."
I was leafing throughRomanian Castles when I felt a presenceat the doorway.
Mrs. Sterling, in a black floor-length V-neck dress and a lovely hat secured with a lavender lace scarf, extended her hand to me. Glistening jewels sparkled on her long medieval purple fingernails. "I've been waiting for a night like tonight for centuries."
"Me, too," I said.
"There is something I'd like to show you." She held out an antique photo album.
Jameson brought us a tray of drinks and set them on a side table. There was a tall red drink with a celery stick garnish and a Coke with an umbrella.
"You remind me so much of someone I know," she
saidin a sultry voice."Who?" I asked. "Alexander's grandmother," she answered.
"Really?"
"Here's a picture of her." Mrs. Sterling opened the weathered photo album. "This is my husband's mother." She showed me a picture of a thin woman with high cheekbones and Alexander's soulful eyes.
Some of the pages were fraying away from the binding and a few pictures were coming unglued. "This Mansion meant everything to her. And so did her family. As you might know, she and Alexander's grandfather were barons. They kept company with heads of state and other royalty, such as kings and queens acrossEurope ."
I knew it! She is going to tell me that I'm not of royal blood-therefore I'm not worthy of her son.
"But they escapedRomania ," she continued, "when the family was being persecuted. She saved them, really. If it wasn't for her quick thinking, there would never have been a safe Constantine and never an Alexander. She kept the royal bloodline alive. And that is very important to all of us."
"Wow- she sounds very brave," I began to say.
"When it was safe,Constantine went back toRomania . His mother remained here."
I hung on her every word.
"Did Alexander tell you why he moved here?" she asked.