King Justin |j.b| (slowly updating)

The Middle: Miss Celie

"I beg your pardon?" I said and the entire table looked at me yet again. "Chanel...Sha..Nell.." The woman said a little slower for me and gave me a warm, bright smile. "Like the purses and stuff?" Jaxon asked with his eyes focused on his spaghetti in front of him. Chanel simply nodded and looked around at everybody that was sitting at the table. "Is there anything I can get for you all while I'm here?"

My father waved his finger in the air. "No, that won't be necessary. Please send your grandmother out here." She scurried off to the kitchen and I shot my father a glare. "You're so disrespectful." He laughed loudly and clapped his hands together. "I'm the disrespectful one, son? No you've got it all wrong." He laughed some more until my mother placed her hand on his. "Jeremy...s'il vous plaît arrêter." Translation: Jeremy..please stop it.

Father shook his head no and continued in his fit of laughter. "No, my wife, your son is hysterical today if he thinks that I'm going to allow him to choose his own wife. He can barely choose what he wears on a daily basis without Connie's help, what makes you think he can choose a nice woman to be his queen?" I gritted my teeth and leaned back in my chair a little so that I could look at him.

"First of all, I pick my own damn clothes out myself-" My mother cut me off and stood up again. "arrête ça!" Translation: stop it! She shook her head in disapproval. "Both of you, follow me out to the family room." Then, she turned to Lady Elizabeth and her sister. "Excuse me, ladies. I need to have a word with my family."
~J~
Mother sat down in her favorite chair near the window and looked up at the both of her men standing in front of her. Her lips were in the straight like and her hands were placed in her lap. My father looked more nervous than me, which he should be because he was dead wrong.

"I'm going to say this only one time-" She said and held up her index finger. I chewed on the inside of my lip and watched her continue. "Justinan, you may be king but that is still your father. You will respect him as such." Before I could protest, she held her finger up again and turned to look at my father. "And Jeremy, Justinan is the king of France. You will respect him as such. If he wants to choose his own wife then allow him to do so. There's only so much you can tell him at this point because of his title." My father rubbed his hands over his face and sighed.

"Pattie-" My mother shook her finger again and motioned for us to come together. My father took me in his arms. I on the other hand was as stiff as a brick. I didn't move nor did I embrace him back. I know my father far too well to know that this isn't the last of him wanting to choose my wife.

"Now let's get back to our dinner, beloveds." My mother said and walked in front of us back to the dining area. When I sat back down, Connie was standing right in front of me with her hands on her hips. I chuckled a little and tried to avoid eye contact with her because I knew she was going to slaughter me for flirting with her grandchild.

"Ah, Connie, just the woman I wanted to see. I've been meaning to talk to you about your granddaughter." My father said as he sat down in his chair. I took a sip of water. This should be interesting.

She gave him a slight nod to indicate that he can continue. "Well, she spilled wine all over our white tablecloth. This was given to us by my grandparents on the day Justinan was born and I feel as if she should publicly apologize for her actions and apologize to Justinan by being his personal maid." I choked on my water and started gasping for air. Connie immediately ran over to me and starting holding my arms up and patting me on the back like I was a child.

After a couple of seconds, I finally caught my breath and looked at my father in pure disgust. He was being outrageous! "Father, really? You're going to make her publicly apologize for ruining a tablecloth?" He simply nodded and took a bite of his spaghetti. "And then you're going to force her to be my maid? I don't need a maid. I need a wife."