"Darlings! Welcome" Aunt Serafine approached us in a pair of velvet jeans, riding boots and a dusty pink blouse all pieced with her staple high pony-tail. I have not seen her in years and I swear she gets younger as the day goes by... unless she gets that face uplift- hmm I should ask her about that. Zoe and I made our way towards the stairs as she descended.
"Aunt Serafine! Have you gone younger and more radiant? I feel the bewitching in progress as we speak... Oh I am under your spell, please master, teach me your ways!"
She lightly slapped my arm and pulled me in to a bear hug, ah I really missed those "Oh dear I have missed that witty charm of yours ever so much!". We finished our pleasantries and made our way to the living room- I'm assuming. As she opened the door my assumption became an understatement and my jaw was probably scratching the polished floor- this room was like a ball room! In what sense would one call this a living room?!
Zoe was probably wondering the same thing as she screamed "Aunt! I am stunned with all this grandeur you live in- you're probably thinking 'please don't question me about the money- but seriously how much did you make!? You're only a wedding planner!" omg no she didn't- I nudged her to tell her to shut the rudeness running out her mouth. Rule 1- you never ask a rich person or a person living in lavish environments, how much money they make. It just makes everything awkward like now.
"Oh girls! Bless, no no I haven't made such money to afford 1 room in this house, my husband- your uncle had inherited a lot of money and this house- its only now we know that he has derived from royalty"
Well that makes sense! As we perched down on the grand L-shaped white sofa and dipped our feet in the fluffy thick white carpet, a maid walked in and served us prosecco- well me and aunt, under my watch Zoe won't be near any alcohol- when she's at uni she can carry on to an extent. I loudly sip on my wine making obvious slurping noises so that the small line above Zoe's eyebrows enlarges in to a longer one.
"Honestly B! If you want me to spill this orange juice on your head so help me!"
"Haha I have definitely missed this sibling rivalry! Oh girls where do I begin?"
and the afternoon spiraled in to trips down memory lane, a little gossip over our mom and aunt's cousins and what places are good to visit here. We also got in a quick skype call to our mother before she left for her early shift duty. We ate dinner at 6pm sharp- Spaghetti with seafood velouté. Fine dining is an understatement! After we made our way to the living room and binge watched E!
"Ooh the red carpet live is so fun to watch! Look Bella it's in London! Aunt how far is London from here?" Zoe squealed.
"Well your looking about a 1 hour and 40 minute drive- the same amount you took to get here. They have awful congestion charges and such around there- so it's definitely best to plan your day ahead, unless you just-"
"OMG SORRY B LOOK WHO IT IS!" Zoe screeched. I turned my head from my aunt to the tv screen and was immediately looking in to those hazel eyes, the same hazel eyes at duty free. "B its Nate, isn't he dreamy? Look at that jawline will you". That I did, I was mesmerized with the amount of beauty a man could hold- the combination of both femininity and masculinity was flowing from his sharp black and white tux, tousled caramel highlighted hair and sun kissed skin. I was so attracted that when I looked elsewhere around him- the red carpet was flowing with many actors and models- but what really caught my attention was the pale skinny arm tugging on to his black sleeve. The camera motioned to face a tall, pale woman dressed in a silver 2 piece. The headline read 'E! Red carpet live: Nathanial Rainford & Jessica Brown Findlay'. That name sounds awfully familiar.
"Psst, B, isn't that Jessica girl from that Victor Frankenstein movie we were watching on the plane" Zoe claimed. Like I knew? I was too busy trying to find ways to shut that crying babies mouth!
'No Zo, I didn't watch it with you, so no I have no idea who you are rattling on about!" okay maybe snapping was not a good idea.
"Geez B calm down, stop getting your panties in a twist, its only Nateee!" her heart eyes was the only move for me to get up, kiss my aunt goodnight and head up to the guest room where our luggage was placed. I quickly scrounged for my toothbrush and headed for my énsuite, hell I could get used to this! Cleaning up the marble sink bowl, I walked straight back to the bed and flopped myself in the sheets, dozing off to the howling wind and owl hoots outside my window.
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hey everyone!
sorry for the late update- uni work is overloadingly annoying.
vote please sunflowers!
Kiren x
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