Love, in Progress

Sued boots aren't waterproof

Francesca drew her coat closer around her, it was a cool night- thankfully not particularly rainy or windy, but she could still see her breath coil in front of her face.

She was stood on the side if the road, taking in the ambiance, when a black Rolls Royce passed in front of her quickly. Ricky, she thought- he was the only one in town who owned a car like that. She pondered what he was doing so far downtown at this time of night, but pushed it aside, instead turning up her collar and walking up the sloped road.

Fran found herself standing on a familiar road, and at the end of the road, was her apartment. Fran tossed her long dark curls over her shoulder as she felt droplets fall onto her face- it had started raining.

Quickening her pace to avoid getting completely soaked, Fran hurried onwards as the rain began to get heavier. She looked down at the floor so she could step over the growing puddles, in the attempt to keep her suede boots dry- because they were definitely not going to be waterproof.

Suddenly, a car sped past, and a large puddle splased up at Fran. Now thoroughly soaked and her boots leaking through, Francesca ran up to her apartment door.

Swinging the door open and swiftly locking it behind her, Fran stripped her coat and boots off, placing the coat on a radiator to dry. She moved through to the kitchen where she placed the boots in the empty sink- she could deal with them tomorrow, she was far too tired to do much if anything.
Being the eyes and ears of the Goldsworth family (and their "business" in Chicago) was a tiring job- but it had it's perks.

Fran had lost her parents when she was younger, so Lucy took her in and raised her as her own- meaning that Ricky and Miguel were basically brothers to her. The other benefit to being a Goldsworth was having respect in town- so people didn't usually tend to bother her.

Despite the open door at the Goldsworth's estate, Fran preferred to live alone. Sure, it wasn't a small apartment- but the safe, secluded atmosphere was still there.

Fran shuddered with the cold, realising she was still in her damp clothing from when she had arrived. Fran walked into her bedroom and peeled the sodden layers off. She moved into the ensuite bathroom and drew herself a warm bath. 

A little while later Fran emerged from the room, feeling much better. She slipped a into a silk robe and sat down at her vanity, gently brushing out her long hair. Setting the brush down, she rose out of her chair and walked into the living room.

Fran walked straight over to the gramophone in the corner of the room, picking up a vinyl disk and putting it on. The tune began to lull quietly- she liked this song , it was soothing.

She moved back across the room, sitting down in a plush armchair and picking up the novel on the coffee table next to it. It was a Romance novel, one of her favourites. The book didn't have a particularly intense storyline, it was slow and full of soft moments- like the main characters holding hands, exchanging love letters and having picnics.

After what only seemed like a few minutes of reading, Francesca heard a knocking at her door. Confused and a little annoyed that someone was trying to interrupt her quiet evening, she looked up at the clock. It was 1 in the morning. Fran realised that whoever is knocking on her door this late at night must have an urgent reason. With a sigh, she got up and went over to the door. Remembering that she was still only in pyjamas, and barely covered, she called out to the person behind the door.

"Who's there!?"
"It's Holly- your neighbor. I uh... may I come in?" the voice replied
"I'm... uh not entirely dressed."
"Oh! I can jus-" Holly started up.
What the hell, Fran thought, unlocking the door and pulling it open.
"Come in then, it's far too cold for you to be stood out there" Fran leant across Holly to close the door, before sitting down on the sofa.

Holly awkwardly stepped further inside. "I um... my key got stuck in the door of my apartment and the locksmith said he couldn't come out for another hour or so- so I wo-" she rambled.
"You can stay here until he arrives."
"Oh! Oh thank you" Holly said with relief.

Francesca gestured at Holly to sit on the sofa next to her, "You can come a bit closer, I don't bite."