CHAPTER FOURㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤsummer's a knife.
Rhiannon was such a sentimental person.
She's this type of a person that's resplendent. An orphic girl she is. That's how people describe Rhiannon.
A lucent, dainty, quaint, swanlike girl. If she looks bedraggled, eyebags under her eyes, the mascara tears running down her cheeks, her trembling rosy lips. At least, she's still ethereal to look at. She's more than that to him.
But, if Rhiannon could describe herself in just one word, it would be the word emotional. She's the epitome of the word itself. Simple but big things makes her weep.
She hates summer. It's like a knife that will stab her all over again until she bled. An incident that almost caused her entire life. But this summer was different. Persuading her in a way that she doesn't understand.
She suddenly remembered her mother's words. It rang in her mind, repeating the words all over again. "This wouldn't be a bad summer."
Yeah well maybe, this wouldn't be a bad summer but it can be ruined. It's a high possibility. Good things always comes to an end.
Obviously, it was the serene sun and this morning that brought a smile to her. She's in an incredibly mood today. She doesn't know what was happening but it's a good day for her.
"Hey, dear. This mail came in for you." It was then, her mother who walked in to the living room. Finding her eldest daughter, sitting down on their couch.
Rhiannon was again confused. She's not expecting to get anything. Unless, it's from a person that she is close with or someone who knows her.
Opening the mail, she pulled out the letter that was inside of it and instantly read it out loud.
"The Patrons and Curators of The Reverie Season, Request the pleasure of your presence at the 17th Anniversary of the Debutante Ball at the Elan Soigné Country Club." She didn't finished reading the whole letter. She already knows it.
"I thought Rhian is the only one that's gonna go to the debutante ball? Why do I have to go too?" Rhiannon asked, the hatred in her voice was almost visible. She hates the thought of being around too much people so much.
"Well, it looks like you have some shopping to do." Her mother, Raelynn, stated.
Rhiannon could do nothing but grit her teeth in annoyance. Just the thought of being at the debutante ball can already make her insane. Where would she even find a date to go with?
After the forceful shopping with her younger sister and her mother, she couldn't do anything besides letting out an obvious tired sigh. Then she remembered Belly. She will attend the debutante ball this year. She just knows that she will. The two has been sidekicks ever since little. It was such a shame that Steven didn't even know a Rhiannon Clarke used to go by the beach house almost everyday.
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Art Deco, Steven Conklin
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