georgia rose and diana ➢ one direction (ON HOLD + UNDER EDITING PROCESS)

xiii. georgia rose and the cup of tea

xiii. georgia rose and the cup of tea

A small gasp emits from my mouth as I take in the view of the large Victorian mansion; the structure of the house is painted white with black windows with those shutters. It is impressively huge, with a front porch and a back yard. I think there might be a swimming pool there or what—I'm not sure.

"Like it?" James turns around from his seat and grins at me. I feel like I'm about to puke now. 

"Yeah. It's big," I manage to choke out, but all that comes out is something to that of a hoarse grunt. Lucy says that it's time to clamber out of their station wagon and I oblige.

The cool wind hits me square in the face and my hair is whipped back. I enjoy the breeze, and wish that everyday, my life is like this. I hope everyday's a peaceful day, not some day of the week where my life is full of random shit.

"Come, come," Lucy Potts motions me to enter their house. When I pass the front door, I'm struck with awe at how modern—yet elegant—the place is. Then I remember that the owners of the house are going to adopt me. A shiver crawls down my spine.

My eyes continue to wander around the mansion. There are velvet wingback chairs, elegant coffee tables, a large, marble firecase, and a white-marble staircase leading upstairs. Oh, and there are more that I can't name because my knowledge on furniture is low.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" Lucy asks the traditional British question that somehow amuses me in a way. I don't want to, but I remember Madame Portia's words.

I force a tiny nod. "Sure," I casually reply. James motions for me to sit down on one of the chairs and I think I'm going to barf. There is no way I'm going to sit dow— oh screw this.

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"It tastes great," I feign a smile after Lucy asks me how the tea is. It's Yorkshire and, I have to admit, it really does taste wonderful.

"It's Yorkshire tea," James says, as if I haven't noticed that. Yet, I don't want to hurt their feelings so I act as if I'm interested, and as if I'm a stupid orphan that haven't studied yet.

"Really?" I choke out. Really, I shouldn't waste my time making small talk. 

Lucy nods and beams at me. My insides churn. "Yes," she replies. "It's one of the best."

I nod again and I take another small sip. I'm being honest—this tea tastes like nothing I've ever drank before. It's like heaven.

When I'm about to finish the last drop of the drink, I accidentally let go of the cup. It falls down my lap and shatters on the floor with a screeching noise. The tea burns my lap and I let out a whimper. 

"Oh my gosh, I'm really sorry. I'll clean it u—" 

I notice that Lucy is trying her best not to shout at me. "It's okay, dear." Her smile is like that as one a person might wear when she or he's trying her best not to puke. "I'll have one of my maids clean it up. Don't bother."

I nod again. "I'm really, really sorry," I say in a small voice. James just nods firmly as he stares at the shattered cup.

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