StarStruck - Fillie

Chapter Two: A Party

Millie sighed as they drove through the suburban neighborhood of Hollywood drive. The houses were lavish and beautiful, each one like the last. Each one reminding her that they weren't in Wisconsin anymore. Paige had been singing Finn Wolfhard for the whole drive and Millie was prepared to open the car door and get run over at any moment. She was bought back into reality when she felt the car stop, and they were suddenly outside a bright beige house with a perfectly trimmed green lawn. 

Millie remembered this lawn so vividly in her childhood memories. Though it was usually covered in a garden of orange marigolds. The one her grandpa had grown just for her. The garden he was so happy to grow just for his SillyMillie. And each time she visited, he would pick out the prettiest of them all for her. But where were the marigolds? Her marigolds

She sat in the car for abit, watching her parents and sister greet her grandmother, who had just come outside with her new wife Agnes.

"Millie, come say hello." Her mother ordered, seeming flustered over the impression they were making on Agnes.

Millie stood up reluctantly, letting her yellow converse touch the pavement. She slung her denim overall straps together and walked towards them.

"Hi nana." She muttered, kissing her grandmothers cheek. Her eyes were still focused on the lonely lawn.

"Millie! Oh you're grown so much darling, last time I saw you, you were no taller than a bean sprout." Her grandmother gushed, holding her in a bone crushing hug. "This is Agnes, honey." Her grandmother introduced, pointing to the slightly taller lady with black tied locks, she was wearing a dazzling blue outfit, one that Millie wouldn't expect a woman her age to even like. 

"Hi there, Millie right? It's a pleasure meeting you. I've heard a lot of good things, I'm glad you could come visit our home." Agnes smiled

Millie cringed at her last remark. "Our house"? It wasn't her house at all. The amount of times Millie had visited that house was more than Agnes had even lived in it.

Her grandmother led them all  inside and almost immediately it seemed like the atmosphere had changed.

It was as if there was no trace that her grandfather had ever lived there.

His old brown recliner chair was gone, out of sight. His snowglobe collection had been replaced with cat figurines and his table of newspapers by the tv had been replaced with issues of Vogue.

She had not been the only one to notice, but her parents and Paige said nothing.

"Come in, we're setting up dinner." Her grandmother announced, going into the kitchen with Her parents.

Agnes had stayed behind, looking at both Paige and Millie, who were sitting on the new floral couch, Millie reading a book and Paige on her phone.

"You're welcomed to call me grandma too, and I hope you I can call you Mills." Agnes suddenly said to her and Paige, but directing that last part to Millie.

"Thank you grandma." Paige responded, as politely as Mrs. Brown had scorned her to be the whole drive.

"That's not necessary Agnes, Millie is just fine." Millie replied, sounding harsher than intended. 

Agnes smiled nonetheless, showing herself out of the room.

"That was mean, and that's coming from me." Paige commented, finally looking up to talk to Millie.

Millie rolled her eyes. "We don't even know her that well, we barley just met her. I don't like this house anymore, everything's changed." She let out, closing her book