A Date

"But I don't understand, why does he want you to move in?" Lucky blurted out as she threw a pair of socks into my suitcase.

"He wants me to," Cherokee said as she folded a shirt throwing it on the bed.

"He wants you to, so you go?" Lucky whined as she plopped on the bed.

"It's... it's a little more than that," Cherokee replied as she sat on the bed next to her best friend since childhood.

"A little more?" Lucky furrowed her black eyebrows together as she rolled up a sweatshirt and hugged it to her chest.

"Yes, I have kept something from you, and you know me, it's so hard for me to keep things from you," Cherokee folded up another shirt and put it into her suitcase. "If I tell you, you have to promise that you will not tell a soul, I know how you get when you've had too much to drink," 

"True, but I promise, now tell me what have you been keeping from me?!" Lucky shrieked as she slapped Cherokee's arm.

"I signed a contract, a marriage contract with Beck, he's giving me money, and other things, when the contract is over he will give me twenty thousand," Cherokee stated as she started pacing around the small room they both shared.

"A marriage contract?!" Lucky bellowed as she got up from the bed and walked over to Cherokee gripping her arms. "So this, isn't even real? Your relationship?" 

"Perhaps I can make it real," Cherokee wished as she made her way to her dresser to get the last of her clothing into her suitcase.

"Make it real?" Lucky walked over to the lonely dark blue chair in the corner of the room and she slumped down on it. "Cherry, you are living in a fantasy," 

"You are the one that said, he liked me," Cherokee announced as she began to zip up her bag dragging it onto the floor.

"Yes, but now I see he was baiting you into a contracted marriage, and now you leave me here alone," Lucky walked into the living room and over to the window. "Reggie is here,"

"You won't tell will you Lucky?" Cherokee asked as she rolled her suitcase toward the front door. "I will come back, we'll go out together, and we'll have enough money to get another place," Lucky smiled as they both walked out onto the front lawn.

"No, I promise and I'll come to visit," Lucky smiled as they hugged each other.

"Good morning, Reggie," Cherokee grinned as the driver opened the back door of the limo.

"Good morning, Fiancee," Becket startled Cherokee as she made her way into the vehicle. "We are to visit my parents for lunch, I made the mistake of telling them I had found my fiancee after you left yesterday. They have instructed us to join them for brunchen today, to meet you and set a date,"

"A bruchen?" Cherokee questioned as her brown eyes got more expansive.

"Of course, that's what you've heard," Beck rolled his eyes as he turned his head to look out the window. "It's like a lunch but sooner, when you've already had breakfast or not. We will also be stopping at a store for you to grab some clothes, jewelry, and shoes, you have to look the part,"

"The part?" Cherokee inquired as she dinted her forehead into a long crease.

"Yes, Cherry, the part," Beck said with annoyance in his voice as he turned his head back to face her. "I come from wealth and now you will look like you do as well," Reggie opened the door as Becket and Cherokee stepped out and into the clothing store.

"Mr. Petersen, we have closed up the store for you to shop in peace," An older woman announced from behind the counter as she walked over to the men's section.

"No, nothing for me today, Katelyn, it's for my fiancee, Cherry, here," Becket remarked as he sat on the silver chair and pulled out his phone.

"What size are you?" Katelyn asked as she eyed Cherokee up and down raising her thin light brown eyebrows.

"I wear an eight, or ten at times," Cherokee stuttered as she watched the thin woman walk away. "Aren't you going to ask me what I like?" As they spent the last hour shopping for clothes they were finally on their way to The Petersen's house, just in time.

"Ahh, son, glad you could make it," Todrick held out his hand as he gripped his son's in a firm handshake. "Who do we have here?"

"Father, this is Cherokee Rains, my betrothed," Becket forced a smile as he stepped aside putting Cherokee on full display in the doorway.

"Cherokee Rains?" Todrick cocked his head to the side as he held out his hand toward her. "Sounds exotic, come your mother is beside herself, waiting for you,"

"Becket, finally my boy," Sonya voiced out as she turned with a martini glass in hand.

"Hello, Mother, I've come with my intended, this is Cherokee Rains," Beck kissed either side of his mother's cheeks before stepping aside. "But I call her Cherry,"

"Cherry, how wonderful," His mother stepped forward, looked her over, and then kissed Cherokee on either cheek. "Shall we?"

"Where are you from, Cherry, do you mind if we call you Cherry?" Todrick questioned as he pulled out a seat at the dining room table.

"I am from here," Cherokee sat next to Beck as he held out his hand for her to take.

"Well, I'm certainly eager to talk about the wedding, have you two set a date yet?" Sonya inquired as she sipped from her martini as a man put a plate of salad in front of her.

"Not yet, Mother," Beck answered as he took a bite of food letting go of Cherokee's hand.

"I have had a vision, you two will marry June tenth," His mother clapped before taking a bite of food.

"That's in a month Mother!" Becket shouted as he dropped his fork onto the plate.