Finding Noah

02. family

[ Everything is blue
His pills, his hands, his jeans ]

— Blue, Halsey

/ f a m i l y /

Later that evening , my dad had informed us about the location of the dinner. Normally, Dad would have them over and cook but this time we were going to a restaurant. Apparently she had a boy and a girl not two girls so I was going to have another brother, how thrilling.

"Are we there yet?" Harry groaned. We were on our way to the restaurant and he has been complaining through out.

"We're almost there Harry" Dad answered.

"You've said that like fifty times now" he groaned.

"That's because you keep asking" Dad said , Harry just blew his hair out of his face and continued fiddling his thumbs on the screen of his phone.

"I have a bad feeling about this Annabelle lady" Harry said leaning in towards me. "My guts have been growling all evening, that's not a good sign"

I raised my brow, "Isn't that because you forgot to eat lunch?"

He shrugged, "Maybe. Or maybe it's because she's bad news, bad news Olivia."

I rolled my eyes, he was being even more ridiculous than usual "I'm just happy she has kids. That means she's nice , right?" The fact that she had kids was a bonus point in her case. It meant she was just as keen on settling down like my dad was.

"Cinderellas step mom had two daughters and she was still evil" He muttered. He was right , but I have a good feeling about today.

When we got to the restaurant, a mime had ushered us in. It was a Paris themed restaurant with an Eiffel Tower in the middle and little Eiffel towers on the tables. It wasn't packed, they were barely even people around. They place wasn't small but wasn't too big either, it was just the right amount of space an upcoming restaurant like I'd guessed it was needed.

"Reservations for Mr Knight" Dad told the waiter. He flipped through his book, after his spotting my dads name he nodded.

"Miss Harris has already arrived" The waiter informed us. He showed us to our table opposite the Eiffel Tower. There a blonde haired lady in her mid thirties stood there waving at us. I looked at Harry and he shook his head in disapproval, pointing to his stomach.

"Finley! " She beamed, kissing my dad on his cheeks before pulling him in for a hug. "These must be your kids." She turned to us. When the lights hit her face in the right areas, she didn't look as old as you would expect her to be. Her eyes creased as she examined us and the wrinkles on her forehead came to show. She still looked astonishing regardless, her bleached blonde hair hung above her shoulders in an asymmetric bob. Her light blue eyes stared down at us— Harry to be exact, I was four inches taller than her— as she admired our features. I stared at her face for as long as I could, she didn't look familiar but her eyes gave off the sense of familiarity—like I had seen them before, got lost in them before, even swam in the blue orbs that were her eyes— but I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Hi, I'm Annabelle. Annabelle Harris" She greeted with a warm smile. All in all, she didn't look that bad.

"I'm Olivia, nice to meet you" I smiled back. She also didn't seem that bad. Harry's guts were wrong about her, but then again, he could have just been hungry.