As soon as Enola and Gideon crossed the threshold of her grandmother’s house, they were greeted by Margo and Ruby. Ruby squinted at the tight tank top and short skirt that Alice had given Enola to wear. Instead of commenting on her attire, she said, “Mamma’s waiting for y’all in the kitchen.”
She pulled the strap of Enola’s top and looked at the bite mark that Gideon left on her shoulder. She smiled, and walked across the marble floor.
“It’s three am,” Enola remarked.
“I am aware of that,” Ruby replied over her shoulder.
Enola looked over at Margo.
“Heeeey, Gideon,” Margo sang.
“Heeeey, Margo,” Gideon mocked.
Enola chuckled at their silliness and asked, “What’s this about?”
Margo shrugged. “Don’t know. But girl, that skirt is too cute.”
Enola looked down at the micro-mini and frowned. Her ass and Alice’s tiny ass had no business in the same anything. The seams of the skirt had to be literally holding on by a thread.
Gideon chuckled, grabbed Enola’s hand, and raised it to his soft lips. “Shall we?” he asked after softly kissing her hand.
“I supposed,” Enola grumbled.
When the they entered the kitchen, they found her grandmother sitting at the old-fashioned wooden table, kneading dough.
“Gran, its three in the morning. What are you doing up? And why are you baking?”
Marie looked up at Enola with beautiful hazels and gestured towards the chair next to her. Enola smiled and sat as instructed.
“Gideon,” Marie greeted.
Gideon took the chair next to Enola. “Madame Roux,” he responded with a nod.
“I see you are mated.”
“Oui, Madame.”
Marie offered a smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. “And how is your brother handling this news?”
“He is adjusting.”
As if watching a tennis match, Enola’s head turned from Gideon to her grandmother back and forth during their exchange.
“What am I missing?” Enola asked them both.
“Thank you!” Margo blurted. “I’m always so confused around here.”
“Yeah. Tell me about it,” Enola agreed. “Why would Gabriel care about us dating, uh, mating?”
“Gabriel? That’s his name?” Margo asked.
Enola nodded, but she was still waiting for an answer from one of them.
“Is he cute?”
“Margo!” Enola snapped.
“Is he cute?”
