In which the illegitimate granddaughter of Beatle Paul McCartney finds herself in Liverpool in the early 1960s, falling hopelessly in love with John Lennon.
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3rd November, 1960
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Ruby, not for the first time since leaving the flat at Gambier Terrace that afternoon, smoothed down her skirt. She hoped that she looked okay; today marked the day that she was going to meet John's sisters, and also his aunt and uncle, Harrie and Norman.
"You look dishy," he promised her, casting a sideways glance at her anxious movements, "stop worrying. They'll love you."
Just like I do.
John had had a dream the previous night about Ruby, and in it he had said for the first time how he felt about her.
He loved her.
He was sure of it.
He had never actually felt like this before, which was how he was quite certain that he felt love for the girl standing beside him.
Ruby was the first one who had made John feel quite so... content.
The door opened and a kindly, middle-aged woman was standing there. Upon seeing John, her eyes widened and a grin spread across her face as she opened her arms and pulled him into them.
"John!" She cried out. She pulled away from him and looked at Ruby, "and you must be Cynthia?"
John coughed awkwardly, causing his aunt to look at him in surprise. "Aunt Harrie, this is Ruby. Cynthia and I aren't together anymore."
Aunt Harrie blushed and made an apologetic face. "I do apologise, dear. John doesn't come to see us very much, so I don't get to talk to him... and he definitely doesn't bring every girl to meet Julia and Jackie, so I'm afraid I don't know quite which one he is on at the moment."
Ruby, feeling slightly uncomfortable by his aunt's words, silently asked herself, am I the next in a long line of girls? Am I really important? Just how many girls had he taken to meet Julia and Jackie, if not Cynthia?
"You're the first, actually." For a brief second, Ruby wondered if she had spoken out loud. Aunt Harrie was looking at her. "And quite lovely, too. I bet Mimi's got a bit to say about you?"
John nodded, groaning. "Too much."
Aunt Harrie scoffed, "you know Mimi."
"Don't I just?" John replied before Aunt Harrie ushered them both inside of the house.
The inside was warm and homely, if a little dated. The family weren't too rich, and Mimi had definitely done the best for herself, so Ruby knew that it was likely that aunt Harrie and uncle Norman didn't have too much money to decorate very often.
This was unlike Ruby's mother who, before she had died, had redecorated pretty much the entire house about once every two years.
Ruby preferred it this way, and had never liked the massive upheaval which came with one of her mother's redecorating fits.
