Word has it that opposites attract. Jessica Keith would give the pithy expression two middle fingers because a wild party girl like her and the prim do-gooder, Matthew Parkinson are opposites hopeless to attract, let alone breathe the same air.
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Jessica
Miles is crushing on a beautiful girl, probably treated like a princess by the parents and everyone else. Who wouldn't? She's a beauty at such a really young age. She had on a long, luxurious long gown like the ones in Disney movies. Oh, and that crown. They had diamonds!
When I was her age, I was covered in snots. Add in the skinned knees that seemed to never heal because I always trip when I play.
I hear Georgina squeal at the sight of the birthday girl. "She's so pretty."
I look over at Nathan next to me, Georgina in his arms.
She had her hands clasped together, eyes wide and mouth gaping with admiration.
Miles is with his grandparents who greedily took him, leaving both Matthew and me to ourselves. Miles is theirs for the night... and also the next morning. His grandparents would've volunteered to look after Miles instead of us.
"Aunt Jess," Georgie calls out in a whisper.
I side-stepped and leaned in.
"You look really beautiful," she whispers and winks at me as if it was our own little secret.
I smiled. "You look absolutely gorgeous, sweetie. More like a princess."
I wasn't just trying to reciprocate the compliment. She really did look gorgeous. Her hair was let down, giving freedom to the luscious curls of the dark hair that her mother have. Her gown was midnight blue, emphasizing her creamy complexion – like her mother's. She had minimal make-up, thanks to her grandma who made sure to highlight her hazel eyes, the beautiful curve of her mouth, and then her cute button nose.
I thought to myself, "how can two people make something so breathtaking?"
I stole a glimpse of Nathan and then glances over at Chassie holding the handsome Ethan's hand, then pursed my lips.
Well, that was a silly thought.
Georgie's eyes twinkled, snapping me out of my thoughts. "Thank you. My grandma did my hair."With the mention of hair, she inspects mine and lets out a delighted gasp. "I love your hair! Can I touch?"
I giggle. "Your aunt Kathie did wonders to my hair."
She looks around, in search of her aunt. And when she found her, she waves her hand at her, a huge smile on her face.
Kathie waved back, whispering something to her daughter's ear while cozied up in her arms.
Chloe looks up, meeting Georgie's gaze.
Her mouth, slowly curved into a delightful smile, her dimples poking out.
They exchanged hand gestures. There must've been a code because they were the only ones who understood and then laughed at their private joke.
