[Ambrosia Bellemore]
I wake up to the shrill ring of Beyoncé pouring her heart out into to my oversensitive ear. Reminding myself to change my alarm tone the first chance I get, I allow myself another small nap. My head hurt like someone had hammered nails all over it.
"Ambrosia! Wake up! Your flight's in an hour!" I hear Neave shrieking from downstairs a few seconds later. I glance at my clock.
7:30 a.m.
"OHMYGODOHMYGOD!" I shriek and jump out of my bed, dash into my bathroom, squeeze out the toothpaste onto my brush and plunge it into my mouth. I don't even feel the dizziness that I knew was lurking for an opportunity to resurface.
A few minutes later, I'm once again a clean and presentable woman, but with huge bags under my eyes. Taking a huge breath, I walk downstairs with my luggage, stumbling with every step.
Mr Cadwallader starts barking when he catches sight of me and I go down on my knees to pet him. He gives me a gigantic lick and I laugh, rubbing his belly until he's on his back on the floor, howling.
"I'll miss you so much, my man." I purr, giving him a sloppy kiss on the forehead. He barks once, looking at me with his melted chocolate eyes. I feel my eyes water.
I get up before I could cry and slump on the dining table.
"Eat." Neave orders and I comply. The bacon and eggs are gone within seconds.
"Where's mother?" I ask, chugging on my OJ. The dizziness dulls for a while, but it still feels like a swarm of bees have made it their home.
"She had an emergency at the hospital. I'll be joining her soon." She says, absentminded.
I nod. My mother and sister had been born to become doctors, it was almost evident in their dark eyes and hair. I was almost identical to my father. With the light blonde hair and pale blue eyes with swirls of grey and a generous body, I looked nothing like my hour glass bodied mother.
They caught the attention of the crowd the moment they made an appearance, I wouldn't catch the attention of the people even if I sang 'Staying alive' at the top of my voice.
And believe me, I've tried.
"Are you okay, Am?" My attention snaps back to her.
"Yeah." I say sheepishly.
"Are you nervous about New York?"
"Maybe a little, yeah." I admit.
"But you've always dreamt of this! Imagine having a new life, a new start." She encourages.
"I know. It's overwhelming."
"Just go, Am. Live it all."
"I will, Nene. I'll miss you." I say genuinely.
"Me too. But we'll see each other soon. At my wedding." A small smile creeps up her lips.
"Why are you smiling all of a sudden?" I ask.
"I'll be having my wedding in New York, Am! Mother gave us her permission!" She gushes all of a sudden. My nervousness turns into erratic fear. I knew why she was doing this.
'No escape.' I can almost hear her sneering at me. And there goes my plan of calling in sick.
"Are you serious?"
"Oh my God, are you happy?"
"I'm delirious with joy!" I say in a pained voice, and she gives me a huge hug.
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Humor"Sometimes, we are so smitten with happy endings, that we believe we'll end up with one too." Ambrosia Bellemore never believed in happy endings, even though the books she read said otherwise. The closest she ever came to magic was when she found th...
