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...
song : blackout (let the love begin) - charlotte oc (the song that will always remind me of neal and julia)
ps : very long chapter and do not hate me after reading it!
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Half an hour later, without a shower or even a blow-dry, Julia had come home, not even waiting for Chuck to leave with her. She had had enough of Michelle. Kick her out? No, that would be a violation of their own rules. MicheIIe was a friend once upon a time. She, herself, had grown apart from them. Maybe it started when at the school dance, right after Julia had come home from boarding school, Noah had asked Chelle to go with him since Julia had been going with Alec Michelson. Maybe, the rivalry started then and there when Michelle saw that she and Noah had possibilities.
Julia sighed. Her decision was made now. Yes, there was definitely some pride there. And no, she wasn't going to talk to Noah about anything regarding his relationship with Michelle. The way he flushed every time Chelle said something to him, said a lot anyway.
Now, it was crucial for Julia to hop into the shower once she would be upstairs. Lucy, the maid, opened the front door, taking her laundry bag from her. When she forced her feet to the left towards the stairs, a laughter came from Nicholas Eden’s study, then some murmurs.
"Lucy."
"Yes, Miss Julia."
With her eyes past the dryad statue before her father’s study, Julia inquired, "Who is in there with dad?"
"Oh. Mr. Williams and his son have come to visit."
“What?” she said, although she had heard Lucy say exactly who was in there. When Lucy repeated it, Julia added, "You may go now."
Julia stood there, debating whether to walk across the foyer and knock on that ajar door. From here, she could see the back of Neal and Peter’s heads, their bodies behind the front of the desk, chatting away. From the bits of their conversation, she could tell that it had something to do with Peter's campaign.
"Why are you dancing around my office, Julianne? Come in." Nicholas's voice reached her.
"Dad," she smiled, sheepishly, as she walked in. "Peter, how are you doing?"
"I am doing well, dear. What about you?" The man, as always, flashed a smile of warmth.
"Me too. I... is it okay if I borrow Neal for a while?"
"I'm busy." That was Neal and her eyes bolted to him. He was impeccably dressed as always, in a brown checkered suit. He looked impassive, serious now that he wore this indignant expression. It made her frown.
"Neal," Peter rose both eyebrows at his son. Then to Julia, he added, "He'll be upstairs in a while after this meeting, Julia."
"Okay. Thank you, Peter." She offered him a smile, stealing a glance at Neal who looked away instantly.
