NICOLE
Dinner begins, and it starts with a bang.
"Nicole," his mother begins, which is strange because during this past month, she's never once said a single word to me unless forced to. In fact, I'm pretty sure that this is the first time she's ever said my name. "What are your long-term plans? Did you go to college?"
I'm taken aback by her questions, but I answer them as best as I can. It's almost impossible to stay comfortable in a room full of people who are judging you from head to toe, but I try to ignore it. "Well, right now, I'm working with Sebastian, and I'm okay with that. And yes, I went to college."
I tell her what and where I studied, and she nods, though there's something I see in her eyes that tells me that there's more to these questions than meets the eye. Gosh, I'm
