SOFT LAUNCH

01 🪻 ABBEY MOUNT

                 POPPY MOORE knew she'd be in trouble, yet she did anyway ━ just to piss off her father who seemed to be enraged as she expected, marching angrily towards her after giving away or throwing herself off the cliff. Not only that, but she also gave away the stuff that her dad's supposed girlfriend had delivered to their house for her to move in with them permanently. 

  Poppy never felt more pissed.

There she stood still, watching as Gerry Moore chased away her party guests, frowning before watching her bare feet "Gosh, I miss Cynthie." she murmured before forcing her drenched self to walk inside the house, ignoring the piercing, angered gaze of her father.

Ignoring the words that echoed through her mind of being sent off to a boarding school in England where her sister has been for three years.

Wrapping her arms around her little sister who laid down beside her, she held her close "Hi, Molly." she whispered, and Molly held her sister's arms around her "I think you might've pushed him too far this time." The younger sister softly spoke, and Poppy couldn't but nod at her words with a sad smile "I know."

Molly didn't stop there as her nose scrunched up "But England's so far away." 

"Well, at least they speak American there, right?" She tries to brighten up the mood before remembering someone "Besides, I won't be alone. Hyacinth will be there with me." Molly turns to look at her with a saddened gaze "I haven't seen Hyacinth for three years, Poppy. Not personally and her letters aren't enough." she complained.

Poppy couldn't but agree more. Just as Hyacinth have traveled to England with their grandparents to be in the boarding school, Hyacinth haven't contacted them properly. Just sending letters that was delivered in their mail that their dad seemed to mind as he was reading the paper that was written in cursive, clearly Hyacinth's writing every month to read Hyacinth's perspective and how are you's.

"And... Who's gonna cut the crusts of my sandwiches?" she asks sadly, Poppy only rubbed her sister's arm in comfort "You're going to be fine, Mol."

           "Ms. Moore, may I speak with you?" Just as everyone leaves the table after finishing their meal, Headmistress Kingsley excused Hyacinth just as she was about to depart. "O-Oh, of course." she then shot her friends a look to go ahead which the girls seemingly hesitant to oblige yet bid their farewells. 

Freddie is sitting behind Mrs. Kingsley. As Hyacinth passes by him, Freddie secretly reaches out and brushes his hand against hers without no one looking. When their hands make contact, Hyacinth hooks her pinky with his for a brief moment, then continues following Mrs. Kingsley. Freddie is left with a lopsided grin, savoring the lingering sensation of Hyacinth's touch as he resumes eating his breakfast.