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chapter forty-nine. they shoot humphrey's, don't they
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Have you been so busy that you've forgotten what time of year it is? Let me give you a hint: couture, quadrilles and cutthroat competition. That's right. It's time for Cotillion. Just like the Mob, New York prep schools have their own five families. You may be the John Gotti of Constance, Little J, but that doesn't mean you'll ever be part of this Cosa Nostra.
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THREE WORDS, EIGHT letters were spoken between Victoria and Nate, and it wasn't too long to rekindle what they once had. It was as if their time apart never occurred, as if hearts hadn't been broken, as if anger had never been felt. Victoria was a little overwhelmed by it, there were feelings she didn't know how to exactly control. Her feelings were sprung across her face, her eyes filled with this light, and a smile tugging at the corner of her thinned lips as days went by. She had missed the feeling. The feeling of being loved, forgiveness, and the rekindling of what perfection she had with Nathaniel Archibald. Sometimes she'd question if it was real, if they were back together. Maybe it was a dream? Well, she'd never want to wake up.
It didn't take too long for Victoria to retrieve the necklace that Nate had gotten her for their three month anniversary, with their initials on it, from her jewellery box. She missed it hanging around her neck, and she missed the promise ring sitting upon her finger. She missed Nate most of all. Victoria missed knowing that she was his and he was her's.
When couples tended to breakup, they got rid of the things that reminded them of their other half, and Victoria swore that Nate would've with how much she had hurt him. She expected for her sketchbook to have been thrown into the trash, her Christmas gifts burned, but when she kneeled on the ground in the centre of Nate's dorm room at Columbia University, she was relieved when she found all of those things while helping him unpack for his big move into penthouse suite at The Empire Hotel.
Victoria took a sharp intake of breath, she was flicking through the sketchbook that reminded her of their relationship during high school, creating a desire of wanting to have what they did. She craved no more heartache, she craved love, and so much more that screamed out their commitment to each other and a healthy relationship that Emery would be greeted to the moment of her birth. The sketchbook captured every feature of Nathaniel Archibald, and the reasons as to why Victoria loved them, and they were the features that never changed. She loved his smile, his eyes, the dimples that appeared either side of his cheek, she loved his hands because with her they were always gentle and kind. His lips were tender and affectionate.
Her thoughts consumed her, and she grinned away to herself like she was a madwoman. But it was a sight that Nathaniel admired as he glided back into his dorm with another cardboard box within his grasp. "Hey," He announced his arrival causing for Victoria's eyes to tear away from the sketchbook. "I managed to find another box." Victoria gently placed the sketchbook into the box before her as Nate rested the empty one beside her. She had been sorting out all of his belongings into piles, each for a box. "You didn't have to help me pack." He pecked the crown of hairline before reaching for the clothes on his bed to shove into the suitcase propped on his desk.
