A few days went by, and I had barely put aside my feelings, when mom announced that Arturo and his Fiancée, Maritza were coming to the house. Mom had arranged a meeting to get the wedding plans started. I felt excitement when I heard her. Last time I had seen him, I was not a day over 18. It had been 5 years earlier, when he came over for my brother’s farewell party. I was there, but to him I was still a child, an overbearing little sister, who just got in the way. He never looked at me the way I looked at him. He never noticed that I had grown up. Now, he was coming to the house. I was happy that I was going to see him, but I did not know how to feel. Should I be happy for him? Should I act as if it did not matter? I know, I will make myself look perfect that night.
I went to my closet and started trying on every outfit I could think of. I made a disaster in my room. I decided to wear a gray skirt that came up to my knees. I complemented the skirt with a sleeveless white blouse that looked subtle, yet enhanced my womanly figure. I picked grey shoes that had a small heel, and made sure my hair was perfect. I put on a just so slight dab of make-up. When I was done, I looked in the mirror and liked the way I looked. It was just enough to let him see I was no longer a child.
When they arrived, mom greeted them and brought them into the living room. Dad and I went in and congratulated the couple. I acted as natural as I could, although I was nervous inside. Dad and I sat on the couch together, mom sat on the chair, and they sat on the loveseat. How appropriate! From where I was seated, Maritza had her back to me. Arturo was facing me. He could see me, I could see him. He looked so good. He looked handsome and more mature. His face was no longer young as I remembered. He now had more pronounced features. He had grown into an adult. I imagine he realized I had changed, also. I caught him looking at me a few times. I do not think he realized that I was a woman until that day.
Mom led them to her home office. Dad and I just sat there as they walked away. Dad was wise and no fool. He looked at me and shook his head. He realized that I was staring at him as he walked away. My eyes must had revealed my secret. Dad had noticed. I pretended like he did not see me and stood up.
Dad said, “Genevieve, I saw the way you looked at Arturo. Do not even think that…”
I interrupted, “Yes, dad, I was looking at Arturo because it has been 5 years since I last saw him, and I can’t get over at how much he has changed. He looks more mature, and happy. Did you realized it, too?”
I tried to give a reasonable explanation without revealing how I felt. This is not the time or the place to have these feelings. Arturo is in love and that is that.