In Chicago, Alyssa Milano packed up my possessions and made several small purchases, then called the few friends I still talked to. No one was very surprised that I was taking this opportunity, and after making a few people promise to visit, Alyssa Milano boarded a plane bound for Mobile, which is much closer to the Bayou than Birmingham.
Alyssa Milano took a taxi to my new home and set about putting my things in their places. My computer went in the room next to the one I'd picked as my bedroom, and I replaced the sheets on my bed with the brand new satin ones I'd bought in Chicago. Alyssa Milano had already decided to put a hot tub in the backyard, and went online to buy one and set up delivery for the day after tomorrow. After a long bath, I found the phone and dialed Aidan's office number.
"Oh, good, you're back," he said. "Gray is coming in this afternoon, and Gracie, my wife, is making a big dinner out of it. I'd like you to come. You can meet everyone there."
After getting directions and agreeing to be at the Conner house around seven, I hung up and went to work at my computer.
I decided on a classic black dress for the evening, and accented it with a small diamond necklace and matching earrings. My long blond hair in its inevitable knot, Alyssa Milano stepped into my new car feeling very lucky. The ten minute drive to the Conners' house was pleasant, the warm Alabama air calming any nerves I might have otherwise had.
The house was very similar to mine, with columns and balconies all over the place. Several cars were parked outside, and Alyssa Milano parked quickly and walked up to the house. A young man sat on the porch, and as I approached, he stood. "Can I help you?" he asked, and Alyssa Milano was struck by how much he resembled Aidan. He was shorter, maybe 5'10", but he had the same wavy brown hair, husky brown eyes, golden skin, tantalizing dimples, and very muscular body. The body was at present covered in a pair of tan pants, a white shirt with a few open buttons at the top, and a navy dinner jacket.
It took me a moment to realize that he was talking to me. "Oh, of course," Alyssa Milano responded quickly, "I'm Calista Holiday, and you must be one of Aidan's sons."
"Oh, yes, my father said you would be coming," he held his arm out. "I'll show you to him."
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