Finding Her Duke

5. The inspiration behind Gaga's poker face?

9minutes.

It's been 9 minutes since I've entered grandmother Godzilla's lair, and she's not once glanced at me.
I'm not surprised.

Currently she looks like she's working on some documents that are spread on her desk in a not-so-surprising, perfect manner.

As I stand in the middle room, I let my eyes roam around the office.

Shelves of books from different eras are in the far right of the book. There's another shelf which is filled with fancy looking antiques. A not-so-comfortable looking sofa is kept near the far left and there's a big window right next to it. And right in front of me, behind a beautiful oak table sat my grandmother, Queen Cora Monteiro, the dearest.

With her gray hair styled in a chignon on top of her head and with a pastel pink suit dress on, a beautiful pearl necklace adorning her neck, just touching her collarbones, she looked every bit of a Queen in her late 70s.

Taking a deep breath, I take in the familiar smell of my surroundings. I've always loved the smell of dust and books, and this place has always smelled like them.

10 minutes over.

I could feel the fatigue kicking into my system. I had to do something.

Okay, I'm done.

I walk straight towards Grandma's desk and pull the chair out rather noisily and flop down on the chair in a very unfashionable manner.

I watch, rather amused the way in which my grandmother's eye twitches from the papers in front of her and she finally looks at me.

Knew that would catch her attention!

"I am doing very well grandma, Chicago was amazing! The trip back was smooth too. What about you grandmother?" I said in one breath and gave her my widest grin.

Pretty sure I look scary right now.

There's no change in her expression and says, " what are you wearing"

Wearing? What?

I was expecting her to ask me about my trip back or maybe how my University was like or something similar. But am I surprised at her lack of interest? Nah.

I quickly glanced at my denim overalls that I'm wearing above and mint green tank top.

Of course!

I grinned at her, "These are known as overalls grandmother, they're currently into trend"

She glances down at my clothes, or whatever was visible of it as I was sitting and I could tell that she definitely disliked it.

Exactly what I wanted!

I could feel my grin turned wider.

Omg, 15 minutes with her and my jaw already hurts!

After scrutinizing my clothes she just glances at me and says, " I didn't know tying an odd coloured cloth on your forearm over a semi decent jumpsuit has become a trend, but who am I to complain about it"

Odd coloured cloth?

What is she talking about this time?

I quickly glanced at my left forearm. Nothing.

My right forearm?
Woah. Definitely something.

Pulling at the cloth, I saw it was a lilac coloured handkerchief. It was covering a cut on my forearm.

A cut on my forearm?

What the freakshine? How did I get that?!

Then suddenly it all hit me.

Almost like a train would hit a pebble kept in front of it.

Hazel eyes.
Ohmygod.

This belongs to him.

THIS BELONGS TO HAZEL EYES!

I can't believe I didn't notice this before. I can't believe I didn't remember about him before.

How do I know the handkerchief belongs to him?

I know it's his, cause I vaguely remember feeling something scratch on my arms when I was being carried in the most comforting duvet.

Or was that even a duvet?

And I remember hearing someone curse and then asking someone else to tie something on my injury. When no cloth or patch was near, I remember my duvet speaking the exact words, "Here, take my handkerchief from my shirt pocket"

No wonder I thought I was dreaming. How can a duvet wear a shirt?!

A harsh cough got me out from my revery and I quickly realized that I had zoned out.

Quickly jerking my head towards my grandmother, I saw her giving me the same expression that I've gotten used to since I was 13.

Poker face.

Seriously woman, I'm pretty sure Gaga used you as her inspiration.

"Yes?," I asked her politely, trying to act as if my mind's not running at the speed of a frigging rocket, "I didn't hear you."

"Your welcome party is going to be six days from now. The invites will be send out day after tomorrow. I expect you to be at your best behavior on the day of the event. You can go shopping for it tomorrow afternoon.", she repeats ever so coldly.

I don't want a welcome party, but I knew better than to protest about it.

"The Dabneys are also going to be present at the party.", she suddenly says.

WHAT!

No please no, ughh, not the Dabneys!

I dislike the Dabneys with a burning passion. Why? You'll know soon.

I have to get out of here. I have to speak to Tyler.

Standing up, I requested to be excused to which my grandmother gave a curt nod. Trying not to show the emotions I felt at the moment, I stepped out of the room, took a deep breath, and broke into a sprint to find Tyler.

I have to tell Tyler that I found him.

I finally found my right fit.

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HEYY!

HERE'S ANOTHER UPDATE FOR YOU GUYS!

WHAT DO YOU'LL THINK ABOUT THIS CHAPTER?

THOUGHTS ON THE ALMOST ONE SIDED CONVERSATION WITH CORA?

WHO DO YOU'LL THINK IS HAZEL EYES?

EXCITED TO KNOW MORE ABOUT HIM? YOU'LL KNOW SOOO MUCH MORE SOON!

WHO ARE THE DABNEYS? ANY GUESSES?

WHAT IS ADELYNN TALKING ABOUT 'THE RIGHT FIT'?

FIND OUT SOON WITH THE NEXT UPDATE!

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