Chapter Thirty-One
Jaxon
I sat in the private booth across from Lesley as I watched her file her already manicured fingernails. I rested my chin on my hand and sighed.
I called the waiter over and asked for another dish. Lesley had hardly touched the meal she had ordered and I was starving despite the fact I had already had a meal and an appetizer. She pulled out her compact mirror and began applying more mascara.
I coughed, letting her know that I was still here. So far we had hardly talked. This really was the most awkward dinner I'd had in a long time. I would much rather be at home watching the football game and eating my heart out.
Or talking to Grace. A small voice in my head said.
I shook my head fiercely. "Damn it," I muttered. I was supposed to forget about her- I'd never be able to see her again and it wouldn't do me any good being hung up on a girl that I could never be with.
Jade continued the makeup assault on her face.
"I'm going to go to the washroom." I said, knowing she wouldn't really acknowledge me anyways. I needed to take up some time before my food got there.
I pulled the curtain back from our booth and stepped out into the more open area of the VIP restaurant dining room. I noticed three people sitting at a table that I needed to pass to go to the bathroom.
I looked down for a moment before I snapped my head back up. It was Michael Bublé!
I tried to calm myself down before I walked over to him. He was one of my favorite musicians, and I looked up to him. People often said that when I sang, I sounded a lot like him.
"Sorry to bother you, sir." I said nervously as I reached his table.
Michael looked up in surprise before smiling back at me. "Let me guess, Jaxon Trent?" He joked.
From the corner of my eye I saw the girl jerk up from her food quickly and start coughing as she tried to dislodge the noodle she had swallowed whole.
She was blonde, and had the most beautiful hazel eyes I'd ever seen. Her eyelashes were long and even though she wore no makeup, her face was striking. She was the true meaning of natural beauty. She was- Grace?
I blinked once, twice, three times. I opened my mouth and closed it again.
Michael Bublé was now forgotten, buried in the back of my brain as I stared at my princess.
"J-Jaxon?" Grace said in utter shock.
Her face mimicked mine; because I'm sure she never thought she would see me again.
"Grace," I whispered, completely shell shocked. "You can see!"
She nodded with a bright smile. "Michael and Luisana adopted me. Hattie is Luisana's sister and they got me the operation on my eyes as soon as it was possible." She paused, blushing. "I can't believe you're really here." She said quietly.
Michael and Luisana exchanged confused looks before speaking.
"You two know each other?" Luisana asked.
I nodded, beaming. "We met when my uncle and Grace were in the hospital. They shared a room for a while, until my uncle woke up from his coma. I didn't know Grace was being discharged from the hospital; and we had no way of contacting each other. I tried to get the hospital to release her information but they refused." I said sadly.
Grace studied me, her eyes never leaving my face. As if she was afraid if she did, I would disappear forever.
"Wow, this is definitely fate then." Michael chuckled, sending a warm look to his wife.