The Seaside Retreat

Chapter 5

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I stood at the foot of the stairs for a moment, recovering myself. I pulled my phone out of my bag and checked the time: 9:37. Oh my gosh, I was so late! I flew up the stairs into my room, tearing off my clothes. I changed into a pair of dark-wash skinny jeans with a yellow v-neck shirt, before running down the stairs.

My parents were serving the guests breakfast. I gave my mom a quick hello before bustling into the kitchen. There, I washed my hands and put on my hostess smile, while pulling my hair into a ponytail. I arrived back into the dining room, and started to serve guests. After a solid forty-five minutes  of serving, I was pretty tired. There was only one couple left in the dining room. I walked over to them, only to realize they were Mr. and Mrs. Westerfeld. "Hi Mr. and Mrs. Westerfeld. Is there anything I can get you?" I smiled warmly, with my serving pad at the ready.

They both looked up and studied me for a second before realization lit up their faces. "Oh hello again!" Mrs. Westerfeld replied, smiling up at me. "It's Violet, right?" "Yes, Mrs. Westerfeld." "Oh, call me Susan." Mr. Westerfeld piped in, "And you can call me Quinn." I smiled. "Okay Susan, Quinn, is there anything I can get you to eat and drink?" Mrs. Westerfeld looked at her menu. "Yes, I would like coffee-decaf, with an egg sunny-side up." She handed me her menu. "I'll have sweetened tea with a blueberry bagel," Mr. Westerfeld, said, also handing me his menu. I quickly jotted down their orders before heading into the kitchen.

My mom and dad were washing and cleaning dishes. I quickly prepared the sweetened tea and decaf coffee. I handed them their drinks before going back into the kitchen to make their food. I cracked an egg and cooked it on the stove, and after the egg was cooked, I quickly got a blueberry bagel. I brought the food to their table. They thanked me. "Are we your last breakfast guests?" Mrs. Westerfeld asked me. "Yeah, but it's fine. I'm not busy today." I smiled and started to walk away. Before I'd gone far, Mr. Westerfeld spoke up. "Violet, would you like to eat breakfast with us? Since your day isn't busy?" He smiled at me and gestured at the empty seat beside him and Mrs. Westerfeld. "Yes, I would love to." I walked over and sat in the empty chair. I asked the question that had been on my mind all morning. "Where is Seth?" "Oh, he's in Parkville." Mr. Westerfeld replied.

Parkville was the small town about twenty minutes away from the Seaside Retreat. It had a population of about 1,000 people. I didn't want to intrude on what was Seth's personal business, but curiosity got the best of me. "Why is he going there?" I held my breath, hoping they wouldn't think I was being nosy. "You know, now that I think about it, I really don't know." Mrs. Westerfeld replied, taking a sip of her coffee. "He left early this morning, right before we came down to breakfast, saying he had to get something right away." Mrs. Westerfeld shrugged. We sat together for the remainder of their breakfast, making small talk. I found out that Mr. and Mrs. Westerfeld are really nice people. They were very nice and welcoming to me, and they even invited me and my family to dinner in Parkville tomorrow night. I was only to eager to accept.

After their breakfast was finished, I cleared the plates off the table. I washed and cleaned the dishes before going to look for my parents. I eventually found my mom in a guest room, making up a bed. I helped her make the bed. "Mom, I have awesome news!" I grinned, fluffing a pillow. "What is it?" She asked me. "Mr. and Mrs. Westerfeld invited us to dinner in Parkville tomorrow!" She dropped the pillow she'd been fluffing. Her eyes looked straight into mine. "Are you serious?!" "One thousand percent!" I beamed. My mom instantly began working in overdrive, making the bed in record time. "There's so much to do!" She gushed like a teenager, talking to herself about all the things she had to do before dinner tomorrow. She told me goodbye before leaving. I laughed in spite of myself. When my mom gets excited, she's always funny to watch. She always starts working in overdrive and talking to herself.