The Only Exception

Chapter 4

The children look just as confused as I, whereas idiot-hotness sits down calmly.

"We cross paths yet again. What a surprised!" he says with sarcasm. I just stand there dumbfounded, until Colin tugs at my hand for me to sit down. I sit down next to him, and look down at my hands, trying to avoid awkward eye contact with . . . the one over there.

"Her name, isn't Elsa, silly, it's Elise." Colette corrects. He shrugs.

"Same thing, what is she doing here anyway?" he asks as if i'm not sitting right in front of him. "She's replacing Madame." Colin says. He looks at me from head to toe, and i keep my expression stern.

"She doesn't look any different to me." He gets up and walks over to the kitchen. Did he really just . . . why . . . what'd I ever do. I roll my eyes at his comment.

He comes back with a tub of strawberry sorbet, and three spoons. Well at least he's thoughtful. He gives one to each of the children, and then sits down. Never mind. They each take turns passing around the sorbet and it's kinda cute watching this grown-ass man sharing sorbet withe two kids. But it doesn't change the fact that he's a jerk.

I grab my phone from my pocket and he starts laughing, almost choking on his sorbet. And then he pulls out his phone, the latest iPhone, and starts taking selfies with the kids. Ahh, I got it now, he was laughing at my iPhone 6, very funny.

"Tag me!!! Tag me in the picture." Colette and Colin say and I go on my Instagram and search up his name. I type Lorenzo in and he's the first one on the list. His most recent picture is the one he just took with the kids. In less than two minutes it has 347 likes. Must be nice.

After siting there for a few minutes, entertaining myself with only my thoughts and a few glances at idiot-hotness, the elevator dings. Revealing two very happy women with shopping bags in their hands, and a man behind them . . . also carrying bags.

"Mamma!!!" Lorenzo walks over to Rosalie and gives her a hug and then over to the one and only, Oliver Swayze. They shake hands and do this bro-hug thing and the kids run over to their father and jump into his arms. Everyone is small-talking . . . great, that's my cue to leave.

I walk over to Madame, and she smiles. "Did you read and sign the contract?" I nod and hand her the folder. "Now, I think i'll be on my way. Thank you for everything, i'll see you Monday."

I'm about to walk to the door, but I voice stops me in my tracks. "Why don't you join us for dinner." It isn't even a question, it's an order. Who does he think he is . . . YOU KNOW WHO.

Im about to start protesting, but the kids start whining, "Yea, why don't you, please, pretty please Elise. Don't leave!!" I look over to the parents who look surprised that their kids are already getting along with me so well.

"Will you come, Elise?" Rosalie asks.

How can I say no . . .

I end up in a car with Lorenzo and the kids on our way to the restaurant. With the same guy driving from this morning.

The ride is alright, I talk with the children about random stuff, while Lorenzo is in his own little world. He's busy swiping through his phone. I look up at his face and his eyebrows are furrowed, the changing light from the phone makes his eyes look nice. He looks so focused.

I stare for a while longer, but turn my head back down when a smirk creeps up on his lips and he turns his phone screen off. He noticed.

The car comes to a complete stop in front of a restaurant I know all too well. Who doesn't dream of going to, Le Bernardin. I walk in with Sergio and the children and immediately feel out of place, but I use my talent. My stern expression, to hide any sign of uncomfort. It always works.