Emerson Pierce didn't want love, she wanted to be loved. And nobody understood how entirely different that was like Dante DeVanna. From found family and vulnerability to heartbreak and death, join Emerson and Dante on their journey to revenge and pe...
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I had slept in Emmi's room with Xander last night. I guessed as much that she wouldn't make it to her room. She had looked exhausted when I left.
I really hope they sanitise that desk before another meeting because I don't even want to know what might have happened after we left.
Proud. Such a simple word, yet one so overlooked. It's something we all strife for, a thing we all try and ween from our parents, grandparents and siblings. I was so fucking proud of her.
When she had told me that story, the positive pregnancy stick shaking in her hands 5 years ago, I sobbed. The best friend I idolised, still do, was a broken and pregnant mess.
But, after many weeks of figuring out where we stood and after her explaining to her father that she was going to keep the child, I came to the conclusion that she's not just any mess. She's my mess.
I stood in the kitchen, helping Lily with putting breakfast together. She was on the eggs and I was buttering toast. We both hummed 'Girls Just Wanna Have Fun', our hips swaying with the tune as giggles managed to poke their way through the song.
"Thank you for helping, Miss Eloise, it really is a help." Lily thanked after the song concluded, scooping the pan of scrambled eggs into a large bowl.
"It's no problem, Lil." I responded with a warm smile and a chuckle. Even after a month of telling her it's ok to call me just Eloise, the woman still puts the title infront. But, I figure it's as good as it's going to get so I've given up on trying.
My head whipped up at the sound of heels clattering down the steps, and when I thought that Ari was going to appear it was Sophia. I gave her yet another one of my award winning smiles, and placed the plate of buttered toast on the counter top.
Where dinner was usually served in the dining room - those of us who could eating together, breakfast was placed buffet style on the kitchen bar counter and lunch was free game. The staff here are so kind, and I know that Emmi and I help when we can. We even dragged Ari into helping Scarlet, Emmi and I with making a bed - don't ask why we needed 4 people - and it turned into a pillow fight and an even messier room than it was before.
Luca and Dante ran in, curious as to the screaming women, and found the four of us crying from laughter and the room covered in feathers from the torn pillows.
Sophia walked elegantly to the kitchen, taking one of the bar stools and pouring herself a glass of orange juice.
"Good Morning, Elle." She addressed formally, her eyes looking up at me while she sipped her juice. I leant down, my elbow resting on the counter top opposite her, and used my hands to keep my head up.
"Morning, Soph. Sleep well?" I asked, a cheeky grin playing at my lips. Her face grew cautious, probably due to the expression on my face, and she put her glass down gently.
"Like a baby. The beds here are to die for." She said, keeping her gaze on me warily. My smirk grew as the comment swarmed in my mind, I tried to put off saying it but the need was just too high.
