Heartfelt Transitions [First Draft]

Fifteenth

The following week was pretty alright. I mean, whatever better than having your favourite cousin over, no tests and no drama?

I slumped further back into the sofa chair of my room and stared at my notepad. My mother had popped her head in once to ask what I was doing and I had simply answered, like a very obedient daughter– Studying!

Of course, under the word 'studying' came varied disciplines. For instance, my mother might have taken my answer to be studying the discipline of 'mathematics' or 'literature'. What I had actually been doing was figuring out and studying the mysterious conditions of my friend's family affairs. I hadn't bothered to clear that up to her, though. Ah, she needn't bother herself with little details. It was her own motto.

I was done with the normal disciplines a while back anyway, in the free boring time I had been granted with after Emilia Sinclair had left for back to her home. She had been very reluctant to leave me behind- but by all logic, I was supposed to stay here. I belonged here. For the remaining months at the very least.

The only thing I was looking 'forward' to now was the party this evening.

The party.

The two words made my gaze fall back to the notepad and James's words from half a week back.

According to him, he had last attended one three or four years back and never since, for that one experience had ended terribly. And in classic James fashion, I got no more details than that out of his own mouth.

It only made me more glad for my meeting with Elara Rosemonde. I didn't discuss whatever she told me with James because I knew him, but darn it– did that put things so much in perspective.

And that still didn't explain everything. Ugh.

What? Stop looking at me like that. It was too late to pretend I was not curious about it all.

My phone pinged.

James: So I really do need to take you from the backdoor?

Adaira: Yes.

James: Really? Is there not a less scandalous way?

Adaira: No, lord. I am afraid there is not.

James: *embarrassed emoji*

This is why I had wanted Victoria to take me instead. It would have been easier and the front door would have cut it. But the girl was already swamped with too many people to accommodate.

And remember who told her off last time, Adaira? So rudely? You did!

Ping.

Cam: *******

I quickly muted the notifications and closed the notepad. Remember how I said an alright week? Yeah well, if I really had to be nitpicky– less texts from a certain someone would be nicer.

I had barely stopped Emilia from getting her hands on this particular DM and squeezing the living daylights out of Cam.

Hatred bore strongly in our entire family for them.

Except me. I still can't find hatred. Why?

I wanted to. So, so bad.

Real hatred was such a raw emotion. It ate you but it also made you feel alive.

James: I am down

Adaira: for who

James: I am downstairs, at the back of your house, dumbass