early.”
“Hi Nana.” Jude greeted her.
“Hi Poussin.” She took him in a hug, reminding him of the
unpleasant, yet cute endearment she had for him.
He rolled his eyes and smiled.
“Let’s get inside.” She ordered.
We were sitting on the terrace, sipping a bottle of
Bordeaux she brought along with her. We talked about her flight, her annoyance
regarding some New Yorkers, and the charming driver she got from the hotel.
She had made a reservation for all of us to dine at one of
the two restaurants she enjoyed in the city, and since she had already made a
reservation, she’d invited him to join her.
“He was nothing short of courteous, although he seemed
uncomfortable when one of the restaurant guests pointed out to his trophy wife
that he was the best driver in town, stressing out that he was just a driver.”
She tut her disgust, “The man may have money, but he
must’ve left his manners next to the trash.”
“So, tell me about Robert Davis’ son, Landon?” She asked,
“When do I get to meet him? I’ll make reservations at Daniel for Tuesday. Ryan
and Jenna will join us, too.”
“Slow down Nana.” I said to her.
“Alright, I have one question, does he make you happy?”
She asked with quiet honesty.
I nodded with a wide beam.
“That’s all I need to know. Dinner, Tuesday, it’s
settled.” She declared firmly.
Jude chuckled, suppressing his smile, “What’s so funny,
petit poussin?”
He shook his head, “C’est rien. I just can’t wait for you
to meet him.”
Nana glanced between us; I understood why Jude made that
comment. Nana and Landon had many similarities, and it was going to be an
interesting dinner.
“So I you won’t be leaving the comfort of the Plaza for my
cozy apartment?” I extended my hand for Nana and she took it.
“That apartment is a lot of things, old, filthy, American,
but cozy?” She shook her head lightly, “Why don’t you stay with me and enjoy
some luxury instead?” She offered.
“Oh, she’s got luxury covered.” Jude interjected, “She’s
moving into a seventy million dollar penthouse by the end of the week.”
“She is?” Nana turned to me with inquisitive eyes.
I shook my head yes, “Landon asked me to move in with him
yesterday.”
“He should make an honest woman out of you first.” She
said, making me choke on my wine.
“Nana!”
“What?” She shrugged, “Aren’t you two in love, and moving
in together, why not marriage.”
“First, because it’s way too early.” I started, “Second,
I’m not ready for marriage and the responsibility that comes with it.”
“What are you, a Middle Eastern housewife with low
income?” She prompted sarcastically.
“No, Nana, it’s not about that, you know I enjoy playing
house as much as the next girl, and honestly, with Landon, there wouldn’t be
much of that anyway. But I’m talking about the commitment.”
I argued, trying to explain myself.
“So you’re not committed to him?”
I shook my head frantically, “Of course I am. I love him
Nana. It’s just too early in our relationship to decide on these sorts of
things, or even talk about them, for that matter.”
The sound of ‘Fanfarlo’s’
‘I’m a pilot’ interrupted our conversation, and I raced to my purse to pick
up my phone, all the while thanking whomever saved me from my misery.
“Are you ready?”
Shit, Landon was supposed to pick me up, and I forgot to
call him and tell him about Nana.
“Hi baby, I’m sorry I forgot to call you. Nana is here,
she arrived yesterday, and I went to see her.”
“It’s alright baby; do you want me to ask Jenna to prepare
an overnight bag?”
He could be extremely attentive, and I loved him for it.
“No, just my briefcase. I have everything I need at your
apartment.”
“Yes, you do, and it’s our apartment, now.”
I couldn’t help grinning, “Okay.”
“Where should I pick you up?” He asked.
“The Plaza.”
“I’ll be there in half an
“Hi Nana.” Jude greeted her.
“Hi Poussin.” She took him in a hug, reminding him of the
unpleasant, yet cute endearment she had for him.
He rolled his eyes and smiled.
“Let’s get inside.” She ordered.
We were sitting on the terrace, sipping a bottle of
Bordeaux she brought along with her. We talked about her flight, her annoyance
regarding some New Yorkers, and the charming driver she got from the hotel.
She had made a reservation for all of us to dine at one of
the two restaurants she enjoyed in the city, and since she had already made a
reservation, she’d invited him to join her.
“He was nothing short of courteous, although he seemed
uncomfortable when one of the restaurant guests pointed out to his trophy wife
that he was the best driver in town, stressing out that he was just a driver.”
She tut her disgust, “The man may have money, but he
must’ve left his manners next to the trash.”
“So, tell me about Robert Davis’ son, Landon?” She asked,
“When do I get to meet him? I’ll make reservations at Daniel for Tuesday. Ryan
and Jenna will join us, too.”
“Slow down Nana.” I said to her.
“Alright, I have one question, does he make you happy?”
She asked with quiet honesty.
I nodded with a wide beam.
“That’s all I need to know. Dinner, Tuesday, it’s
settled.” She declared firmly.
Jude chuckled, suppressing his smile, “What’s so funny,
petit poussin?”
He shook his head, “C’est rien. I just can’t wait for you
to meet him.”
Nana glanced between us; I understood why Jude made that
comment. Nana and Landon had many similarities, and it was going to be an
interesting dinner.
“So I you won’t be leaving the comfort of the Plaza for my
cozy apartment?” I extended my hand for Nana and she took it.
“That apartment is a lot of things, old, filthy, American,
but cozy?” She shook her head lightly, “Why don’t you stay with me and enjoy
some luxury instead?” She offered.
“Oh, she’s got luxury covered.” Jude interjected, “She’s
moving into a seventy million dollar penthouse by the end of the week.”
“She is?” Nana turned to me with inquisitive eyes.
I shook my head yes, “Landon asked me to move in with him
yesterday.”
“He should make an honest woman out of you first.” She
said, making me choke on my wine.
“Nana!”
“What?” She shrugged, “Aren’t you two in love, and moving
in together, why not marriage.”
“First, because it’s way too early.” I started, “Second,
I’m not ready for marriage and the responsibility that comes with it.”
“What are you, a Middle Eastern housewife with low
income?” She prompted sarcastically.
“No, Nana, it’s not about that, you know I enjoy playing
house as much as the next girl, and honestly, with Landon, there wouldn’t be
much of that anyway. But I’m talking about the commitment.”
I argued, trying to explain myself.
“So you’re not committed to him?”
I shook my head frantically, “Of course I am. I love him
Nana. It’s just too early in our relationship to decide on these sorts of
things, or even talk about them, for that matter.”
The sound of ‘Fanfarlo’s’
‘I’m a pilot’ interrupted our conversation, and I raced to my purse to pick
up my phone, all the while thanking whomever saved me from my misery.
“Are you ready?”
Shit, Landon was supposed to pick me up, and I forgot to
call him and tell him about Nana.
“Hi baby, I’m sorry I forgot to call you. Nana is here,
she arrived yesterday, and I went to see her.”
“It’s alright baby; do you want me to ask Jenna to prepare
an overnight bag?”
He could be extremely attentive, and I loved him for it.
“No, just my briefcase. I have everything I need at your
apartment.”
“Yes, you do, and it’s our apartment, now.”
I couldn’t help grinning, “Okay.”
“Where should I pick you up?” He asked.
“The Plaza.”
“I’ll be there in half an
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