Unplanned

12. Faking It

Kara is right, and thanksgiving comes quickly. My parents decided a while ago that they want to go to Europe this year for a few months, so Kara has invited me to come to her place. For as long as we have been friends, I haven't had the chance to go to her place.

Secretly I think she doesn't want me to see the wealth that her family has, but I've served wealthy people. I know what it's like

We get to the airport and there's a sign waiting for us, and we haven't even left yet. Kara looks at my expression and I try to hide the awe. It doesn't work and she giggles. "This is the only fun part about being rich, seeing other peoples reactions!" I pull her into a quick hug, "Thank you for this"

As we walk along the private corridor she smirks. "You can't pay me back for this flight. Because it's our own plane".

Yep, they are that rich. Private plane rich.

We walk through the gate and straight onto the waiting jet. There's no scheduled leave time, the plane goes once we're on it. This is crazy! I take my seat and buckle in, admiring the white and beige of the interior. "So," I turn to Kara, "Are we just not gonna talk about the other night?"

She looks around and then shakes her head. "It was a dumb mistake", My eyebrows rise and she back tracks,  "Ok, it was a delicious mistake. But it can't happen again".

Her expression says drop it, and I decide to, for now. I get comfortable in my seat, and once we take off I lever it into a bed. I'm exhausted, and I desperately need a nap, and a break from my life.

I sleep the entire journey, a dreamless, restful sleep, and when we land Kara and I barely even talk, we're both still in a dream state. The car picks us up - a limo - and takes us to the house.

I'm awed by the sheer hugeness of Kara's house, and her families wealth. The house, though you couldn't call it anything less than a mansion, sprawls across a large estate. It took us 5 minutes to get from the gate to the actual house.

"Yes I know, it's a bit over the top" Kara states to my silent staring. "It's gorgeous" I sigh. She still looks embarrassed, so I drag her into a hug across the seat. "I mean it Kar, thank you for this". I squeeze until she giggles and then finally let go just as we pull up to the front of the house.

"Come on" she commands. "Time to face the music". I laugh at her dramatic attitude and step out of the car. Servants (Although, is it rude to call them that? How about, helping people?) run out the door and get our luggage out pretty much straight away, and I'm thankful that I don't have to help Kara lug her massive bags up the front steps.

"Where are your parents?" I ask her, noticing that they're not around to greet us. She looks at me with a 'duh' expression on her face. "They're at work. You'll meet them later tonight". I nod and follow her up the stairs.

The house is even nicer than the Callaghan's on the outside, but when I step inside I am overwhelmed by the decor. It isn't trashy in the least, rather, it is incredible. In a 'we've travelled all over the world and want to show you' kind of way.

There are beautiful things on display from more countries than I have even heard of. I laugh to myself, ignoring Karas irritation. It's going to be a good break!

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Dinner was a fancy affair. I did not pack adequately for this, and thankfully I can wear some of Kara's clothes. She never mentioned that they dressed up for dinner, but I guess for her its normal.

I push my food around my plate, trying to ignore the tension in the room. My attempts at conversation had fallen flat over the last half an hour, so now I'm just sitting here awkwardly as Kara's parents, John and Judy, talk at her.