As I was led through the foyer by the butler, my eye was drawn imperecptibly to the luxuriousness of the surroundings.
- The smooth curve of the cherry furniture seemed to wave a cryptic hello as we walked by on our way to the drawing room.
I did not realize that my boyfriend had grown up in the grandeur of this old world estate. Slightly taken aback, I tried to pretend that I was as comfortable here as I was at my old oak table where I spent my youth decorating cookies and learning my multiplication tables. I’m not sure if the butler could sense my tension, but I was afraid of doing or saying something wrong. As I was left alone in the drawing room to wait on my future mother-in-law, the leather couches beckoned to me. They seemed to say to me that all would be right with the world if I would trust them and succumb to their buttery softness and sit nonchalantly within the confines of the leather couches without worry. As unaccustomed as I was to such traditional excellence at home, I did find myself beginning to relax as I snuck some glances at the photos of my fiance and his siblings that were placed at odd angles on the nearby wooden table. It was obvious we were from different worlds. This home, with it finely crafted custom built furniture was a far cry from the leather couch we got as a hand-me-down from my grandparents when my mother and father got married and scrimped and saved to get their first home. Nevertheless, I am positive that he and I belong together. I am ready for him to teach me about classic elegance such as he has known, and I am ready to teach him how to glue together a puzzle on the oak table without a care in the world.