❝ You can be the most beautiful person in the world and everybody sees light and rainbows when they look at you, but if you yourself don't know it, all of that doesn't even matter. ❞
ADALAINE AIROLDI spends every second doubting her worth, spending...
*°࿐ ━━010, it's getting harder just to trust somebody!
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Adalaine couldn't breathe. Her heart was racing and all she wanted to do was curl up into a ball, to go back to the chateau. She no longer cared that her bed was softer and that the A/C would keep her cool throughout the night. Because in her house, the duvet was made of feathers but the room was frozen with harsh words. Maybe it was because Beau had found his way into Adalaine's room too many times the last few days, but the young girl who hadn't felt safe in her house for years, was beginning to hate the thought of her room. It didn't feel light and safe. Not anymore. But no one was spending the night at John B's house again, and the young Airolid girl didn't want to bother him with her burdens.
Adalaine couldn't even look up from her hands as Kiara calls out a goodbye. John B drove further into Figure Eight, the voices of him, Pope and Jj turned into static, the only thing Adalaine could manage to focus on was her heart thumping out of her chest, her palms were beginning to sweat and rubbing them on the seats were not doing the trick.
"You okay, Addy?" Pope asks, noticing the discomfort radiating off her body.
"Fine Francis, thanks," she nods, her gaze turning quickly back towards the streets, counting down the seconds till she'll have to leave.
John B turned the old Volkswagen onto the familiar street and Adalaine can feel her breath hitch in her throat.
"Alright, Ads," John B says once he stops the van right before her driveways. "We're here,"
"Right," she mumbles.
"Damn, how many cars you got?" Jj mutters from the passenger seat.
"What?" She asks, leaning between the front seats to see her house properly. "Oh shit, that's one of the Cameron's car,"
"Oh fuck that shit," Jj rushes out. "Hit it John B, we're not letting Nia deal with that,"
"No," Adalaine says, pushing Jjs shoulder with her hand. "I'll be fine. I have to go home at some point,"
"You sure?" Pope asks.
"Yeah," she nods before sliding the door open. "Really, thank you guys. I'll see you guys tomorrow," she shuts the door before they can respond. And quickly she walks up the driveway, each step feeling heavier than the last.
Unlike the normal deafening silence that looms in the house, as she opens the door with the faint distinct sound of John B's van screeching away, laughter in the cold air causes the prevailing silence to break like glass. Adalaine's shoulders immediately slump in relief, knowing that her mother might still be harsh but never to her normal extent, never with Rose Cameron in the residence.
"Oh, Adalaine! Is that you?" Her mother calls from their living. "Come in here!"
With silent steps she follows her mothers word, entering the open space to see Amelie and Rose with two bottles of Dom Perignon champagne on the coffee table.
