wonderlani

Chapter 21

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"Charlie, Felix, Daniel, and Phil! Get down here and meet my friends! No hitting on them either, kay?" Lousia huffed as she kicked through the long oak door with this pretty mosaic window panel piece. 

Lizzie, Zara, Nattie and I stood back to stare at the artwork on the door. Lizzie bit her fist and shook her head as she slowly picked up her pink suitcase off the ground and tiptoed past everyone. We all stood in awe at the door.

The base color with clear and the clear was filled with shades of greens and reds, mixed with blues and yellows. It created a photo of Louisa and her family laughing at something, probably the photographer who took the picture it was based on. But in the corner with a messy signature, Louisa's messy signature... So did she blow this herself? I meant the glass-not that kind of blow, although depending on who I talk to-

"Harriet!" I jumped back out from my thoughts and met eyes with a pair of steely greys. She closed her eyes and huffed, taking a few steps away from me as she picked up my two black suitcases with ease, "My brothers are waiting Lizzie's already giving them... Do I say this without sounding like um, uh like I'm making her out to be, um... just a little bit boy-crazy?" She grinned, her eyes squinted and her eyebrows furrowed, "Come balance her out please," 

"You said please," I mumbled. She rolled her eyes and walked into the large house, I took a single step up and followed behind while closing the door. My breath caught in my throat as I looked around the living room, and the sitting room. 

They have a sitting room. 

A room... Just for sitting? The long blush-colored hallway led down to a kitchen; where I could hear the girls screaming and running away from the boys, and racing around a long dining room table. 

I smiled to myself as I pushed off of the door, quietly ducking to my left into the sitting room. 

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There was no door so there was no privacy, which may or may not be a good thing depending on when this room used but I saw the prettiest thing; a tall bookcase and a dusty violin sat in the corner in front of the bookcase. 

I smiled warmly as my sneakers squeaked across the marble white flooring past the white cloth sofa and loveseat with Chartreuse colored throw pillows that matched the walls perfectly, the black oak coffee table covered in scraps of paper and pens of all colors with lyrics scratched into the side, and to the tall cherry case with books stacked in color order from red down to white. 

The violin has scratches from the arm to the base, a single string popped out toward me. 

I gently took a hold of the violin and slowly started to tune up the strings and adjusts the tense in the cords. My left-hand instinctively glided across the arm and my right shoulder held the wood comfortably on my shoulder and I sighed, a warm breath past through my body as I swallowed hard. 

Breath Harriet, it's fine. I closed my eyes and gently pucked on a string to see how it sounded, but it bounced off the wall and grabbed the cord too hard with my left hand. 

A small crack filled the room. Shit. 

"It's an old violin," I jumped out of my skin as I threw the violin back on its stand. I turned around to meet eyes with Jay. He smiled warmly and rested his hands in his black jeans, "She doesn't play it much anymore so that could have been anything but thanks for the reminder to get it fixed up," He chuckled, "Maybe I could finally convince to start playing again if you like it,"