Closer To Heaven

"The Family"

    The next morning, Elizabeth woke to find Emma making pancakes again. Emma noticed that Elizabeth was awake and gave her a warm smile. Emma then handed Elizabeth a plate full of pancakes. Elizabeth quickly ate them; she forgot to eat last night and so did Emma. After they were done eating, Emma threw clothes at Elizabeth and told her to get ready. Elizabeth didn't know where they were going but she didn't care. The only thing she cared about was Emma.

    When Elizabeth got  done dressing, she headed out the door and walked outside to find Emma waiting for her by the car. They both got in and started to drive off to the unknown. "Where are we going?" Elizabeth asked. "You'll see." Replied Emma. Elizabeth wasn't all too worried. But, Elizabeth started to have that bad feeling again.

    It didn't take long for them to arrive to their destination. Elizabeth noticed that they were heading up a long road that lead to a white mansion. Elizabeth was amazed by it. It was so big and beautiful, it was hard not to look away. They then pulled into a driveway and got out. There was a big fountain in the middle of the front yard. The fountain had angels decorated all over it and little pink flowers sprouted around it. They then walked up the front steps and knocked on the door. Elizabeth jumped when the door opened suddenly and a giant dog came running out and knocking Elizabeth down the front steps. The dog started to lick all over Elizabeth getting saliva all over her clothes and face. Emma quickly pulled the dog off of Elizabeth and started to tell him to calm down  and to be good. "This is your dog or something?" Elizabeth asked wiping the saliva off of her. "Why yes! That is her dog and this is her mansion." A strange voice said from the top of the steps. Elizabeth looked up to see a man in a formal suit. He looked to be in his 50s; he had gray hair and green eyes. "Hi, Mr. Hamilton. It's me Emma." Emma said. Mr. Hamilton looked at Emma with a smile. "It's good to see again, Emma. And who is your friend?" He said. "That is Elizabeth. She is... my girlfriend." Emma replied. Mr. Hamilton looked in surprise. She even caught Elizabeth off-guard. "Well, it is a pleasure to meet you, Miss." Mr. Hamilton responded. "Well, come on in. The others would love to see the both of you." He said. Others?  Elizabeth thought.

    Once they were inside, Elizabeth was mesmerized by the beauty of the interior of the mansion. She couldn't take her eyes off of everything. Elizabeth was walking with her back turned and accidently bumped into a vase. She quickly turned around to quickly save it from exploding into a million pieces. Elizabeth quickly caught up with Emma and Mr. Hamilton. They then finally reached a room with a long table; the room had one big, lit up chandelier and paintings of noble-looking people along with empty armored knights scattered about the room. Mr. Hamilton then showed them to their seats and walked into another room. The dog sat next to Elizabeth and looked at her happily; she petted him. You're a German Shepard. I've always wanted a German Shepard.  She thought. "What's his name?" Elizabeth asked. "His name is Henry." Emma replied. "Who's a good boy, Henry?! Who's a good boy?!" Elizabeth said aloud to the dog. The dog's tail started to wag faster.

    It was long before random people came in and started to lay down plates and napkins along with silverware. Then, some people that looked like chefs came in and started to put the food on the plates. Emma got something way different than Elizabeth. Emma got some sort of soup while Elizabeth got some sort of cake. Elizabeth started to take bites from the cake; it was delicious. After a few minutes of eating, Elizabeth finally asked Emma as to why she didn't tell her that she was a royal. Emma looked at her and told her that she didn't think it was important. Elizabeth knew it wasn't important but she could've told her. Elizabeth couldn't finish the cake and she then asked why she was given a cake. "We give one to all of our guests and newcomers." Mr. Hamilton said. Elizabeth couldn't finish the cake though, but another man in a suit came to pick it up and handed it to one of the chefs. He looked a little younger than Mr. Hamilton but old enough to at least be her dad.