Starter call for @natepxrkerâ
Trix couldnât remember a time when sheâd been more embarrassed in her life. She also couldnât believe she hadnât put two and two together. The entire drive up theyâd been talking about their families, the sole reason they were apparently travelling to the same place, but never once had she fathomed that their reason would be the exact same. Sure it had seemed like a really funny coincidence that both their parents were remarrying and that they were being forced to attend a party to meet their new families, but sheâd never expected to see the stranger sheâd been lowkey flirting with again once sheâd dropped him off in town. Sure, sheâd taken his number and theyâd both made vague promises to call, and sure maybe sheâd considered actually doing it maybe once or twice as she drove to her fatherâs new house, but she never in a million years expected him to walk through that door half an hour later.Â
Trix had almost dropped her glass of champagne, eyes wide like a deer caught in the headlights. The contents of her glass were quickly thrown back in a very unladylike manner as her step-mum-to-be went to greet her son at the door. Sheâd tried to hide, unsuccessfully, as her father pulled her out from the corner of the room to meet her new âbrotherâ, and she watched his face drop as he recognized her too. Introductions were made, again - and then everyone went back to mingling in the party, leaving the two standing by the door; still in shock. After a moment, Trix grabbed him by the arm and into the back - out of sight of their parents. ( âWhy didnât you tell me?!â ) She almost growled at him, eyes wild, as if he were the one to blame for this surprise.Â
