Right from the start, from that eventful day at the coffee shop, Rita of Lancaster and Peter Kavinsky felt like they belonged to each other on an ineffable level, but destiny has a soft spot for them and enjoys massively to put them trough a series...
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''I made it.'' Alec stated proudly. ''Stood up all night!''
''Of course you did, you're the fucking golden boy now.''
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''There's our birthday girl!'' Belle clapped her fine, pale hands as Rita turned the corner towards the kitchen.
''It's me!!'' The girl jumped, trying to math her adorable aunt's excitement.
''Whaaaat?'' Roderic gasped. ''It's your birthday?'' He asked as he stood up, then reaching for a cupboard he retrieved a rather large box wrapped in silver paper, a white bow adorned it's top.
''I chose it myself honey! I hope you like it!''
''Oh please! I was the one who chose it!'' Roderic protested against his wife. ''We all know I have the best taste in this family.!''
''Clearly. You married me!''
Rita brought her fist to her open mouth as a genuine and involuntary reaction what made Amor giggle for a while after repeating her cousin's gesture and finding it to be extremely amusing.
Her bony fingers reached for the tapped bottom of the box, carefully trying not to rip everything apart right away as it was her wish.
''Oh my god Rita open it already!'' Isaac protested, much with a tone matching his father's, while shoving a apple into his mouth, mumbling his last words in consequence.
''What-'' Her mouth opened in a perfect ''O'' as the wrapping torn apart, revealed Chanel written on the top of a very fancy box. ''What, guys what in the world?'' She looked around at her family, that glanced back at her with the most hopeful expressions, eyes shinning.
The Lancaster's weren't exactly poor.
''Open up!''
''Okay okay!'' Rita chuckled as her heart throbbed quickly inside her chest. ''Wow.'' The most beautiful, dress, stood perfectly folded inside the box, surrounded by this perfumed white tissue paper. ''Oh my god.''
''You like it?'' Belle asked lowly, almost in a whisper, as she brought her hands to her lips, hiding the smile that was eager to appear.
