The first semester in Oxford has already started. Balancing between studying to become a lawyer and life in general, Julia Eden has found herself sitting across from a shrink, or in better words: a psychologist.
It only gets worse when the old man s...
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Julia had taken Lower Lea Crossing to the Hartmann road, reaching the airport in less than twenty minutes. The parking lot was heavily packed. While Dee had gone home to spend some time with her father, Liv had insisted accompanying her to the airport. She waited inside the Uber when Julia climbed out. Truth to be told, if her younger brother, Chuck, didn't have any plans for the day, she would stay with him the whole evening. They would probably be smoking what was left of their father's Gitanes and watching some pretentious movie Chuck would absolutely adore.
Smiling at that thought, Julia walked inside, disappearing into the sea of faces.The plasma screen showed the arrival time of her brother's flight. She shifted on her heels so that others could join the line of people with their baggage and waited before the escalator. When the announcement came, she brought out her cell phone and typed out a text to her brother.
A little while later, the device in her hand said, "Excuse me, Madam, but I think Chuck is endeavoring to contact your telephonic. Shall I tell him to fuck off?"
Julia quickly picked the phone up before anyone else could hear that custom-made ringtone and rushed, "I'm picking you up. Mum and dad are out of London."
"Why can't I see you then?" Charles, or Chuck, as normal people called him, sounded irritated.
"I am standing in front of the escalators." Julia looked around for his tall frame and a head full of buttery golden curls.
"I am there too."
"Are you wearing pink?"
"It's called champagne, not pink, you idiot," Julia responded, smiling to herself and still looking around.
"Jules!" Someone shouted behind her, making her jump. There he was, his hair cropped and bleached to a platinum blond. He hugged her hard, her face hitting his chest unwantedly. He smelled like vanilla and nutmeg, like the perfume their father used to wear back in his Oxford days, called Straight to Heaven by Kilian. Nicholas Eden had given that ancient perfume bottle to Chuck years ago. It came with a black leather box. But Julia was more interested in her brother's new hairdo.
"Chuck, what did you do to your hair?" She pulled away to see and made a wry face. "You look like Miley Cyrus."
"What do you know about being cool, Mum?"
Julia swatted his back as they strolled out of the airport, still not being able to wipe the smile off her face. He looked so much like her twin brother Robert used to. Maybe that was why she couldn't come up with a rude remark about it. Besides, Chuck had been sarcastically calling her Mum for so long that it didn't bother her anymore.
"Did you tap some ass back at Paris, little man?" She hooked her arm to his denim-clad one, trying to annoy him with that particular remark.
"You're gross," he smirked, his blue eyes similar to hers gleaming. "But yes."
