Four strangers from different walks of life meet on a cruise and spend an unforgettable week together. All of them on their own self-discovering journeys, and onboard for different reasons.
Texan heiress and ballet prodigy, Brooklyn Brankovich, lon...
"Ma?" I called for my mother. The bag slid down my arm and I let it fall onto the white floor in the foyer. "Papa!" Also the German word for Papa like in English.
"Brooklyn?" Melinda asked, surprised to see me. Her eyes grew, realizing it was actually me standing there, and ran over. She threw her arms around my body and squeezed the life out of me.
"Ay, niña, what are you doing here?" asked Melinda, gripping my head. She looked concerned by far and looked me over to make sure I was physically okay.
I scrunched my face at her touch and inched away to create space. "I'm fine," I sniffed, "I just wanted to visit for a couple days."
She palmed my cheek and smiled. "Awh. LA becoming too much?"
I nodded. "Something like that."
"Well, come, we have to tell everyone you're here!" She insisted, pulling my arm in the direction towards the kitchen.
I stopped and pried her fingers from my wrist. "Actually, Mel," I denied shakily, "can you not tell them, yet? I'd like to use my room in peace for a while."
Melinda smoothed the hands down her smock and agreed silently, alluding to the right staircase. I blew her a kiss as I trekked up the stairs and made my way to the bedroom I once called mine.
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Once in there, I saw they hadn't changed a single thing. So much for the office, closet, gym, and atrium , or whatever else they planned on turning my bedroom into, I thought in my head.
"Aheh," I laughed to myself before moving on.
My fingertips ran along the blanket on my bed as I paced to the closet. Instantly, my eyes connected with the ballet shoes on the shelves. I smiled and then turned off the light and tore my sights away.
Next, I was attracted to the bow window I would stare out of every morning, bright and early. Ah, the memories.
I rolled my ankle and then pointed my toes, staying on them as I shuffled to sitting area under the archway.
Coming down, I laughed off the cramp I suddenly caught in my calf muscle and took a seat of the Queen Victoria chaise.
"Enjoying yourself?" asked my mother, startling me. I shot up and didn't know what to say, stunned. I didn't want her to notice I was home so soon.
