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Love is when there are million things you want to say to someone, but when he looks at you in the eyes and hold you in his arms, nothing in life matters other than being with that person at that moment.
(But of course tell them what you want to say. Don't delay things, because sometimes it can be too late.)
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Chapter 8 - The sleeping charming can only be awoken by the princess
It's Sunday afternoon and we've arrived in Stratford's mansion. Nothing really changes - only the fountain has become alive with water and cleaned, and the pastel-coloured balloons and flowers everywhere as decorations. They must have prepared so well for this party.
"The Finleys!" Jen greets us cheerfully. Jen and Patrick are so cute - they wear pink and tosca attire, which are in the same shades with the party's decoration. There are so many balloons and flowers. The garden - part of Tyler's house that I haven't seen yet - are so beautiful! There are so many people swarming already, talking or sipping the coffee or tea.
"You look so beautiful, Chelsea!" Jen hugs me, and I hug her back and smile. "You too, Jen," I grin.
Mom and dad talk animatedly to Jen and Patrick and Chris already leaves to find friends. The moment Jen and Patrick leave us, well, my parents meet some people and it's so boring. So I go by myself. I look around and greet some people that I recognize.
I was wondering where he currently is when someone appears by the library door.
"Chelsea," Elliot greets, "Vous êtes belle comme fleur." Elliot has not wore his formal attire yet. He still wears white long sleeve t-shirt and shorts which look incredibly hot on him. His deep, thick French accent makes me smile shyly. Oh God... Have I ever mentioned that his French accent is so sexy?
"Merci," I smile shyly, "Votre accent est si profonde. Je l'aime."
He chuckles and says, "Your accent is not bad too. So, have you already tried the caramel cake?"
"Seriously?" I beam excitedly, "There's caramel cake?"
"Yeah, caramel cake," he smiles as he brings The Great Gatsby book on his left hand, "I tried it yesterday. It was so great. And they serve a lot of dainty little cakes too."
"Oh God! Really?" I want to jump in happiness right now!
"Hey, Chelsea, Elliot," Kyle suddenly appears, "El, Jen asks you to go back to your room to dress up."
"Oh," Elliot shrugs, "Okay. Au revoire," he smiles as he leaves to go to his room.
"So, Chels, I need to ask you for help."
"Help... what?" I ask, dumbfounded. Kyle is dressed up in beige suit and pink tie, which look very good at him.
"You see, Tyler had a hangover yesterday, he has not woken up yet, and the party will start in one hour," he smiles apologetically to me, "And Jen will be so mad if he hasn't woken up yet."
"And, your point is...?" I have a quite bad feeling about this...
"Can you please wake him up?"
"No." My response was so quick that I was surprised.
Kyle frowns, "Come on! Help me?"
"Why don't you do it yourself?" I ask curiously.
"The sleeping charming can only be awoken by the princess." He smiles cheekily and winks to me.
"Haha, funny, Kyle," I roll my eyes at him.
"Okay. Let's just say hangover lets out the worst of him. He would be so mad at me although I'm saving him right now from his mom," he looks around, "If he sees you, I'm positive he won't get angry."
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