Just Rose

6

Upstairs in the house was a lot less grandeur and old fashioned. It was more modern and tasteful, like Hollywood celebrity homes. Unexpected and airy above the noise and chaos below; Abby dragged her along a long row of doors to her own and unlocked it.

'Rob made us all get locks on the doors to our personal rooms last year.' She smiled, shaking her key so that it jingled, that dazzling beautiful smile aimed at Rose.' When people get a bit drunk they tend to go wandering, and although nothing has ever been taken from here, it's the thought of old drunk people having nookie in my room that bothered him.' she laughed and led the way into a pink and cream decorated boudoir. Rose smiled in response, but she was far from feeling like it.

The cool, calm exterior was quick at having a soothing effect on her, providing her with a much-needed breathing space. Abby's room was everything Rose had imagined it would be. Frilly, girly, almost princess-like in a childish way. Yet surprisingly, a bookcase full of trashy novels and Jackie Collins books. In a way showcased the innocent, naïve side of Abby perfectly, while hinting at the naughty unseen side too. A girl stuck somewhere between childhood and womanhood, with a foot firmly planted on both sides.

The huge four poster bed layered with fluffy throws, pink sheets and satin cushions was draped in white voiles, dotted with fairy lights and the floor was scattered with the contents of her makeup drawer on a plush white fluffy rug.

Her bathroom was white and modern with the odd hints of pinks in towels and accessories, matching the room and Rose immediately fell in love again, with this girl, and her layers of personality. They were more alike than she could ever imagine.

The girls sponged off Rose's dress, easily removing the champagne and patting it dry with thick fluffy towels in the large bathroom. Rose was beginning to regain her control and smooth away the craziness of being in his presence, rationalising internally that she was being stupid, and it was nothing more than a silly school girl crush. She had no reason to feel upset about Morag, it was obvious that someone like him would be with someone like that. Rose was no competition at all, not that he had implied she could be.

It did not take long with the help of a hair dryer to remove all evidence of the mishap and Abby teased Rose for her clumsiness. Something inside held her back from telling Abby exactly what had caused her clumsiness, and although she was longing to ask about Morag, something stopped her. The quietness up here was a welcome break and gave Rose enough time to pull herself back together again.

She was being so stupid. She barely knew him at all, and what did she know? They couldn't stand each other's company for more than forty seconds without arguing! Five Seconds of him whispering compliments and she was suddenly a bowl of goo!

She did not need this drama or craziness in her first month of her new home and he was the Laird for goodness sakes. If anything, it could make living here impossible, not to mention drive away her new best friend and that would break Rose's heart. It would be a disaster and such a mess if she couldn't stop fixating on him in such a childish manner.

Giving herself an internal talking too, while the girls touched up their hair and makeup, she pulled on the normal Rose persona and straightened her back. A new resolve to get a bloody grip on herself and have an enjoyable time. No Rob drama for her tonight, she would just have to wear blinkers and close her eyes, anytime he passed with his overly sexual date!