Falling For the Unexpected

Chapter Two: Journey to Hell

Harriet's POV

Staring off to the white ceiling above me, a sudden beep on the wall woke me fully up.

"Dinner's ready, Miss Harriet."

The maid's voice came out from the small intercom.

"Okay. Thank you."

I lazily answered as I fixed my appearance. A sixteen year old girl with a wavy black hair and a pair of dark brown eyes reflected in the mirror. Her skin was weirdly coloured caramel tan. That girl in the mirror was me.

I let the comb travel my hair, as some strands fell down in the cream tiles. Ugh. I hate that when it happens.

A minute or two later, I was sitting comfortably in the long dining table, which only occupied the three of us. My sisters are always not here. Hayden's always travelling around the world, but mostly she's in Australia because of the rich clients and shareholders of our business. While Havannah is staying in a flat near NYU with our blondie cousin.

So everyday, its just the three of us in this massive mansion, with the four maids, a driver and two gardeners of course. And sometimes Im just alone when my parents are in business trips.

And no, I dont get lonely because of my unbiological sister, or best friend I should say, Vanessa just bursts in our mansion and plops down the couch and orders our maid a bowl of food like she owns the house.

"Your trip to the ranch will be tonight, okay? By 10:30 this evening you'll go, okay? Its pretty far from here so you better leave early."

My father announced as he took a bite of the roasted turkey from his fork.

"Okay Father. Who's the pilot?"

I asked him. Everytime we go to a trip, we always take the private plane or if its only near, we take the chopper

"Capt. Elliston filed a leave a week ago, his daughter will graduate college this week. You're taking the MB."

No friggin' way.

"Why not the limo?"

I asked him as I put down my spoon.

"Your mother will use it later for their College Reunion party, dear."

Ugh. Can I just say this to my mind? I hate my father's brain as much as I hate the color yellow. Which is very much.

"Oh-kay. "

I simply rolled my eyes, which gladly he didnt caught.

Half an hour later, that silent dinner filled with conversations about how 'beautiful' the sunset view in the ranch. Bleh.

I grabbed all of my cutest comfy clothes, right for a ranch, and cleanly stuffed it to my suitcase. Giulia was helping me of course, she keeps suggesting on not getting my heels. She rambles about 'The mud will get you heels dirty your heels will blah blah then you'll gonna be mad again blah blah just get boots blah.'

"For the hundredth time Giulia, Im married to my beautious heels and I will never ever leave them. Plus, I left my boots in my grandparents' last Winter break in Alaska."

I finally got the urge to stop her solo rally of 'Get Boots, Not Heels'. She let out a sigh and continued packing in my shoecase.

An hour and a half later, we were finally finished and Giulia and the maids have put my five suitcases in the trunk of the Mercedes Benz.

Entering my walk-in closet, I grabbed a black skater skirt and a white Cotton On crop top matched with my white pump heels and got it on quickly.

"Ouch."