𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗻 // 𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗘 𝗥𝗜𝗖𝗛

𝗜𝗜𝗜 / /𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗸.

Annabelle's white tennis shoes hit the green court as she slapped the soaring ball over to her trainer, Steffi Graf. The Australian Open champion.

"Good shot!"Steffi congratulated, as Annabelle's white tennis skirt bounced with her jump as the red racket kept hitting the ball over to the other end of the court. Her hair was up in a half up, half down bun(kinda like Belle's from Beauty and The Beast.), the breeze swiftly moving around with every hit she took.

In the end, Annabelle won twice and lost once. Her smile gleamed as she wiped the dribbling water from her rosy lips with her fluffy white towel. Her hair falling in front of her, as she glanced up at the court gently.

"Not bad, i'll see you Saturday."Annabelle smiled softly, high-fiving him happily as she bounced off down the steps of the court. Her hands pulled on the railing of the swirled marble staircase, following the carpet down a hall, and to the left.

Pulling on the gold doorknob, Annabelle sighed happily as she flopped onto her bed. Inhaling the sweet scent of whatever fabric softener the maids used for the insanely huge comforter that covered her king sized bed. The red velvet darkened her face imprint, that easily was smoothed down with a swift wave of her hand on the fabric.

"Lady Annabelle, Master Richie is here. I believe you might want to change out of your tennis clothes." Cadbury informed, curtly knocking her door as he opened it slightly. Once in, his hands connected in front of him as his back was straight. His ability to stand for so long amazed Annabelle, as she picked her head up from her bed intrigued.

"Awesome, i'll go wear my favourite outfit."Annabelle squealed, her shoes thudding at the jump she took, then the scurrying footsteps could be heard from anywhere in the house as her right hand yanked open the doorknob to reveal her walk in closet that was filled to the brim of clothes from designers to hand me downs.

The girl threw on a black turtleneck sweater, matching it with a black plaid tennis skirt and then, her knee length black boots that clicked when she walked.

Her hair fitted the outfit fine, and her necklaces and jewellery matched greatly. A big smile formed on the brunette's face, as she finished pinning up the stray bits of her hair, that annoyed her. Her hand reached over to the perfume stand in her bedroom vanity. The girl thought of what scent to choose for her attire, until she laid her eyes on her Chanel. No5.

"Perfect."Annabelle commented on her look, sprinting on the perfume as she slammed it back down on the silver tray. Confidently, the girl left with Cadbury following behind her quickly to match the pace she was going at. Annabelle adored being with someone instead of being home alone in a huge house, that's one of the reasons that the Rich's loved having her with them, and the fact her parents were just never there.

"Richie!"Annabelle called out, leaning her elbows on the balcony. Her smile twinkling as the boy snapped his head round at the voice, quickly he dropped whatever he was holding and ran all the way over to her happily.

"Bella!"Richie exclaimed in the same excited tone, wrapping his arms around her small waist as the two hugged each other. It was usual, a small hug here and there. It didn't mean much, just a simple gesture.

"I thought you were going down to England?"Annabelle questioned, sliding her arms back to fold them across her chest. Her eyebrows furrowed in confusion, as Cadbury glanced back and forth at the two.

"Well, we decided you couldn't be alone."Richie smiled softly, running a hand through his gelled hair. Richie glanced down at the brunette gently, furrowing his eyebrows just like hers until she relaxed in her spot.

"That's nice, now i have to go play Tag with Dollar. I'm terribly sorry to cut this short." Annabelle chuckled sweetly, jangling the Quad keys in her right hand as the key's reflected her red manicure she hadn't changed. Richie nodded lightly, watching her take off with Dollar yapping at her ankles as she skipped away from him to get to the Quad garage.

Cadbury noticed Richie's stare on the girl, until she was gone and most likely driving away with dollar going crazy chasing after her. His eyes softened at the boy, with the tiniest smile growing on his face.

"Master Richie, you can stop staring at the tree." Cadbury informed, tapping his shoulder gently with a knowing smile, as Richie jerked his head round quickly.

"Oh, right. Thanks Cadbury."Richie muttered softly, glancing back to the door as him and his shared valet walked into the long hallway to his bedroom.

By eight o'clock, a fancy dinner was scheduled for Mr Rich's business associate, and a man neither Mrs.Rich, Richie and Annabelle hated with a passion.

Her baby pink long sleeved dress that floated down to her knee's, was her new outfit for the dinner. The adults sat at the top of the table, with Richie and Annabelle at the bottom to avoid being near Laurence. The expensive fork that Annabelle twirled in her hand as she hit into her food, avoiding the cooked liver that put her off most of her food but she went through the trauma anyways.

"I don't like him, he's kinda sketchy."Annabelle whispered, nudging her arm against his as the cold pearl necklace rolled in her collarbone.

"I know, i'm glad we're down here."Richie hushed, agreeing with a soft nod. Annabelle snickered under her peppermint breath, setting her fork down against her nearly cleared plate and bringing the wine glass filled with apple cider to her lips.

Richie watched the smile curve onto her rosy lips that were on the glass, as she watched the annoyed face fall onto Laurence's face at the business idea Mr.Rich explained. Annabelle's hair was pinned with pearl barrette's.

"What is it?"Annabelle mouthed silently, setting the glass down with a small thud. Her arm leaning on the chair, as she turned her body to him. Her head tilting sideways as some of her waved hair fell in front of her face.

"Me and you, late night McDonald's run?"Richie offered, with the biggest smile he could muster up without looking too weird. Annabelle smiled gently, sitting her hand on the white table cloth imported from Sweden lightly as she glanced back at the adults.

"What about now?"Annabelle suggested with an eyebrow raise as Richie skipped his hand into hers and the two snuck out and spent their night at McDonald's that was a hallway from Annabelle's bedroom.