Legacy

03 |We can do this together

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03 | We can do this together

"Carve your name on hearts, not tombstones. A legacy is etched into the minds of others and the stories they share about you." - Shannon L. Alder

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"You nervous?" I inquired, casting Ashton a curious glance.

He ran a large hand through his mahogany tresses, which were artistically chiseled into disarray, a style that managed to look admirably handsome with his angled, tan features. His mocha eyes smoldered with faint embers of unfathomable emotions, as his pale lips curved in a wry smile.

"Yeah, I guess." He mumbled, looking down at his feet as the extravagant limo, complete with a velvet-embellished interior laden with a mini-bar, appetizers and blaring music system, rolled to a stop.

"It's pretty stupid though, I mean, it's just our parents." It seemed he was trying to convince himself of that, yet didn't believe and hope I would. And, I was his twin sister, who happened to know him better than he even did.

"No its not," I whispered consolingly. I wrapped my varnished fingers around my diamante studded clutch that gleamed bright silver, one that was lush with warmth that radiated into my palm comfortingly.

Ashton peered up at me, his eyes glimmering with a harsh light as his mouth tugged into a slight frown of disapproval. One that was tense and strained with the culmination of frustration painted beneath his façade in an array of bold, and angry hues.

"Seriously, Ash," I sighed. "I get it, I get you. I mean, we never know what exactly to expect with Mom and Dad, and that fact that they waste time that they could finally spend with us on business hurts. But I guess that's their life, and we have to agree with it."

I pursed my lips in a gentle crease, the seductive hue of thick crimson lipstick emblazoning my lips glinted in my clutch, as a reflection.

The silk of my crystal studded onyx dress only glamorized my image, igniting an illusion of sultry confidence, I wasn't. Yet, I supposed I could pretend, just for tonight, that I was courageous and daring and most importantly, alright with the world.

I tilted my head slightly, rolling my eyes as a cascade of toffee-embellished mahogany, melted in soft dancing waves over my shoulder.

"C'mon Penny," Ash cracked a charming, yet vulnerable smile that belied his anxious whirlwind of emotions.

"We can do this together." He outstretched a hand, silently requesting me to clasp it as he winked at me - appearing confident in us.

I slid my hand into his, the sturdy feel of thick, slender fingers cocooning my hand in familiar warmth unraveled a foreign dose of confidence within me, and I felt my lips curve in a small grin.

"Fine then, together, Mr. Cheesy." I replied simply, my eyes sparkling with mischief as he feigned a tortured groan.

"You better not tell anyone, especially Harper" He demanded, a soft glint in his eyes reminding me that this was nothing but play to him.

"Fine then, I won't tell anyone about your... moment." I joked, teasingly.

"We all know your manliness can't take another hit. I honestly don't know what Harper sees in you." I narrowed my gaze at him, playfully, as the driver flung the glossy ebony door open, as we stepped out.

As soon as my stilettos carved their imprints upon the concrete pavement so many others had done before me, the glamorous set of lights bestowed upon the street registered familiarity within me.