"Everyone has their fate and the more people try to avoid it, the more trouble they get into." W.Shakespeare.
17 year old Jill is dragged away, by her father from her current life of traveling and performing in ballets with her mother. When she m...
The sky is beautiful tonight and there is a slight breeze, I can tell because all the tree tops I've seen so far were swaying. I wish I could open the window and feel the breeze on my skin, however I have a feeling Father doesn't like the windows down when we driving. The breeze would really calm my nerves. I don't remember my grandparents at all. I hope they're nice and I hope they like me. "Jill your father comes from a long line of wealth. Him and his family are very powerful people." My mothers words echo in my head as we stop at huge gates, bigger than the ones at fathers house. I feel a little bit of De Ja Vu as we drive in, the fountain in this driveway is massive and the house it stands in front of is beastly. A man emerges from the house as the car stops, he walks down the steps opening the car door.
"Thanks Jeffrey." Father says to the man as he gets out of the car. Kate and Kathy follow him out and then it's my turn, I gulp as I step out of the car, shivering a little from the breeze. I should have worn a coat.
"Right this way sir." The man directs father into the house and we all follow behind him. The first thing I notice as I enter the magnificent house are the portraits that decorate the tall walls of the foyer. The paintings seem old, they are all of fathers family members I presume. All are outlined with golden frames that look rather expensive.
"Juliana?" Father calls snapping me from my gazing. "Come on." He calls me and I walk towards him. He directs me to what seems to be the living room but has no telly in it, just a huge fire place. All of the cream coloured furniture is occupied by a bunch of people I don't know. I thought I was only suppose to meet me grandparents? I take another deep breath as I scan the room, taking in all the new faces. I'm glad when I see Zayn looking at me, finally a familiar face, I smile when I see Waliyha here too. Everybody looks so sophisticated and regal, I'm thankful I wore my best dress; a Stella McCartney, mother got it as a gift when we were in Paris, I loved it so much that she had given it to me.
"Son." A man that looks like an older version of father greets father with a smile.
"Father." Father greets the man who I now know is my grandfather. The older man sets his eyes upon me not bothering to greet Kate or Kathy, who stand on the opposite side of father.
"This is her?" Father nods and grandfather begins circling me. I'm afraid to move its as if he is examining me. "Good evening lass." The man finally greets me.
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"Good evening sir." I smile at the man wondering if I should curtsy.
"You are the splitting image of your mother. Lets hope the inside isn't like her too." He smiles walking away. What is that suppose to mean? Father gives me a reassuring smile and squeezes my arm before leaving to speak to somebody I don't know. I feel like I need air.
"Alright there kiddo?" Zayn walks up to me smiling, easing my nerves a bit.
