Completing Their Story [Book-1]✔

Chapter 29

This is for nikkilime.
The sweetest person; literally.
I didn't update for two days and she asked me if I was okay.
Supporters like her is what I write for.
Thank you so much, love!!!

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Hustle and bustle.

Excitement. Enjoyment. A noisy, lively environment. In-spirit people all around.

This was the air in my house. Getting ready for the trip to a ranch that was booked made it an environment perfect for Christmas.

I was super excited for this trip, to be honest. Being with friends and family on this auspicious occasion for me was a true blessing.

And a ranch trip. Isn't that simply amazing?

I was excited to see different sights of London as I've stayed in my house and school the entire time I was here till now.

"El? Are you done, love?" My father walked in my room and I looked up from zipping my bag.

"Almost." I beamed at him.

"My little girl still hasn't stopped with the jumpy Christmas attitude. You're so cute." I grinned wider, if that was possible.

Some people might have a problem with their fathers or mothers saying this stuff. But me? I loved it. My father always had this proud and nostalgic look in his eyes everytime he talked about me and my childhood and my childishness. I mever wanted that to disappear.

"So, tell me, any boy you like?" He sat beside my bag which was on the bed.

Even in California, there would be a time where he suddenly walked in asked me about life and interests. Which included boys too.

"N-no." I don't know why I stuttered, but I did.

"Are you sure? No London, thick British accent boys attracted you?" Speaking of which, I haven't even properly noticed any London boys, let alone marvel over their accents. I'm so dumb.

"Honestly speaking dad, I haven't even properly noticed and paid attention to boys here. Roaming around like the dumb Elizabeth I am." I laughed and dragged my bag from my bed to the floor in the corner of my room.

"Don't tell me, love. I remember when your mom and I came here for the first time she hadn't stopped gushing about British men and their accents. I mean, she was with me. She shouldn't say that." My dad was so in love and it always made me the happiest to see my parents so in love.

"Then that means I'm just like you. I don't look at other boys and I am waiting to look at that one boy only." I grinned at him and sat beside him.

"I'll say that's a good thing. Otherwise I would be known as the father who murders boys for his daughter." He laughed and at this I did too.

There's my protective and chill father for you.

"Sure, daddy. Sure. Just like you." I winked at him and he grinned, a happy glint in his eyes.

"So tell me about this Jace boy. The Aylmers son." He looked at me with a raised brow.

"What about him, daddy?" I asked him, confused as to what he wanted to know.