Seventeen Secrets about Boys

Chapter Two

Darcy left me to go to his room to get his stuff put up. Meanwhile, I was standing in the middle of the grand foyer without a clue on what to do; I didn’t even know where my room was. I turned to look down at my purple suitcase.

                “What do you think we should do suity?” I heard a cough behind me.

                “I think you should stop talking to your suitcase and navigate your way through the house.” Reprimanded a female voice from behind me. Wait, a female voice? Hello, new best friend!

                I turned around to face an older woman, maybe in her late fifties. Her hair was a copper color and was twisted up into the tightest curls I had ever seen.  She walked up to me and took my small hands into her frail ones. When her eyes met mine she broke into a wide grin.

                “You must be Evelyn. Please, call me Rose. Now, I see Mr. Darcy has left you to fend for yourself, eh? C’mon dear, let’s get you to your room.” She let go of my hands and grabbed my suitcase. She walked before me and as I followed after her I took in the sights of the house, even if we were only walking up the stairs.

                “Evelyn,” Rose called from ahead of me. “The top floor is going to be yours. Usually it was used as a guest apartment for when Mr. and Mrs. Garner had guests over, but seeing as they’re gone Darcy wanted to give it to you.”

                “Oh, okay, thanks!” I replied, following her up the never ending stairs.

                “Oh, and in case you ever feel like not walking, feel free to take the elevator.” It was creepy that Rose read my mind. But… and elevator? In their house? At home I lived in a three story mansion and had all the amenities that I could have ever dreamed of except for an elevator. Wow, that was really too cool.

                “Ah, here you are.” Rose said, stopping in front of the door. She turned to face me and picked up one of my hands, placing a key in it. “This key is very important. Don’t lose it; it goes to your bedroom. I know you’ll want to use it especially after meeting the boys. If you don’t want your stuff to get messed with, I suggest you keep up with it.” The wise words of Rose have been spoken. “I’ll leave you to it then,” Rose quietly said. She placed on foot in front of the other and before I knew it her arms where wrapped around mine in a tight embrace. “I’m here for you, honey.” She whispered in my ear.

                Tears pricked at my eyes, but I had promised myself I wouldn’t cry. “Thank you,” I whispered.

                After Rose began her descent down the staircase, I turned the knob and slowly heard the door creak open. Directly in front of the door way was a fireplace. On the fourth floor. I didn’t think I had ever seen one of those before. To the left of it was a small kitchen, complete with a stainless steel sink, microwave, and stove. Leaving my suitcase at the open entryway, I walked over to the cabinets only to find that they were filled with plates and crystal clear wine glasses. Directly behind the sink was a small bar that entered into a small living area. On the far left wall a plasma television was secured overlooking a plush crème colored sofa and a matching loveseat. This place was absolutely gorgeous, I loved it. Backing up and waking to the other side of the floor to which I guessed would probably be the bedroom, my thoughts drifted to my mother.

I love you, Eve. Her voice sounded in my head.

No, this wasn’t going to happen.

                I pushed the thoughts away and stepped onto the soft ballet slipper pink carpet. In front of me was a four poster canopied bed with a rose colored duvet and large down pillows placed meticulously on the king size bed. Beside it was a small, white nightstand and hanging from the ceiling hung a large crystal chandelier. This bedroom was too good to be true. Located in the back of the bedroom was another door. Curious, I went over to open it and found my bathroom.