The One: Rewritten

Chapter 4

As I walked into Celeste 3 story white marble mansion, I sighed with delight. It was huge, maybe half the size of the palace, which when you think about it, it's pretty big, considering the palace is 6 stories.

"You live here?" I asked, still looking around in shock. As I glanced around the entryway, I saw 5 different maids, a personal chef, and a butler, all here just to make Celeste comfortable. How much help did she need?! But as soon as Celeste saw my awe and wonder, she smirked, laughing at my amazement. 

"Please try to act like you've been in a $8 million mansion." She said rolling her eyes. 

"Uh... guh..." I trailed off, teasing her. We laughed together.

"Let's just go meet my parents." Celeste said, already walking toward the 2nd living room. 

"Wha... maybe we should drop our stuff off in our room first, uh--" Celeste interrupted me, calling the butler over. 

"George! Grab the bags and put them in the guest room and my room." She told him, strictly, before looking at me. 

"Don't be nervous. You're with me now." Celeste said taking my hands. I wasn't nervous. Was I? Yes. Sigh. I used to think Celeste was a snob, and she kind of is. But her parents? Straight up two's, and me being raised a five isn't going to help. Well, I mean I am a three now, but I don't if that will matter to the Newsomes. I sighed, trying to put a confident face on, as I walked with Celeste. As soon as we walked into the living room, I saw them, and it was creepy how much resemblance Celeste and her parents shared. Her mom shared the same elegant figure as Celeste, while Celeste's father had the same shiny chestnut colored hair. They both looked incredibly rich(Of course), dressed in clothes that probably cost as much as my house did. I smiled nervously, smoothing my hair and dress. Mary had done a beautiful hairstyle, kind of like a final hurrah. It was an updo, with intricate braids and curls all put together. I also dressed in a lovely, lavender colored dress, with beautiful silver beading on the top that fell into a simple, silk bottom. I tried to look as rich and grand as possible(Probably did not work) and clasped my hands together.

"Mr. and Mrs. Newsome, I just wanted to say I am truly thankful that you have invited me to get acquainted with Celeste here. It's a pleasure and honor to be staying in this house." I said, hoping that I sounded rich, with a dash of etiquette. Celeste looked at me strangely before talking.

"Mother, America's going to stay in the guest next to mine, and we're gonna go shopping after we unpack. See ya." She said lazily, before walking out. Oh. That was not how I expected Celeste to talk to her parents. I thought there would be a lot "Dear mother and father" or "Tis thank you for letting America stay". I rolled my eyes at my ridiculousness, before following Celeste upstairs. I heard Celeste's mom mumbling something under her breath, before going back to reading her fashion magazine. 

"Sure, hon. Whatever you want." She said, barely even looking at Celeste. As we walked upstairs, I whispered to Celeste. 

"Why didn't you tell me not to speak Old English out there? I sounded like a dork!" I said, glaring at her. 

"The fact that you thought you had to speak this "Old English," She responded, using air quotes," is kind of ridiculous." She said, giving me a "what gives" expression. I tried to think of a snarky remark, but it was kind of true. Me talking fancy would not have given me any street cred. 

"I was raised a five! I don't how to talk to rich people! Why do you think I punched Maxon...Well, anyway, uh why are we going shopping? I don't need any clothes, and if I don't need any, than I am positive that you definitely don't need any." I said, looking pointedly at her, trying to wash away any sign of sadness when I said Maxon's name. Celeste sighed, before stopping at a door. 

"Well, your going to need some nice clothes to fill this closet." She opened the door. I looked and gasped. So this was the world I lived in.