Solid Ground

♔ Chapter 4

// This is chapter is to MagicathTheWriter. Guys, she makes me so happy every time I talk to her. She and her sister is probably the cutest twins I've ever met. Hope to get to talk to you soon.

Riley

Thump.

Ouch. I lifted myself from the fuzzy carpet. I must've rolled down the bed by accident. Active sleeper's curse. Wait a minute. Usually Marcus hugs me and holds me, keeping me from falling off the bed.

I took a look around. He wasn't in the room. Today is Saturday, his day off, don't tell me he goes to work on weekends too.

"Elizabeth. Where's Marcus?" I leaned back against the door frame, asking Elizabeth.

"Oh, he said that there was an emergency at work." She replied while cleaning out the fridge.

Oh. Emergency, that made sense. I turned around ready to go back into the bedroom. The corner of my eye caught the time, 7:45am. Then suddenly I was suck back to reality. Today was my breakfast date with Mrs Anderson. I panicked and ran into the shower with a toothbrush in my mouth and shampoo in my hair.

I picked out my most presentable sweater, pair it up with some flats, and left the door. As I was taking the elevator down, suddenly Marcus called.

"Hello?" I said with a slight pant.

"Hey, I'm at work, so if you realize by now, your gonna have to drive yourself to breakfast.'

"Of course... Wait what?!" That totally slipped my mind.

"Car keys are at home. Have fun. Don't be late." I could hear him having fun hearing me suffer.

I ended the call and frantically pressed the button on the elevator. Making it go back up.

"Elizabeth! Where's the car key?" I said while swinging the front door open.

"Here you go." She passed the keys to me that was in the coffee table. I took the escalator down again, running all the way to fetch the car. And drove off in a hurry.

Please don't die today. I said to myself while speeding the car down the busy roads of New York.

I reached the cafe within 15minutes. I looked through the cafe shop's glass window. Mrs Anderson was already there. I rushed inside while ruffling my hair.

"There you are dear." She said with that bright smile of hers. "Please do sit down." She invited me to join her.

Who on earth dresses like that for breakfast.

She was wearing a dress coat, with diamond studded high heel shoes, and a Gucci handbag by her side. She sat with great posture, and drank her tea with her pinky lifted up. I guess the rumors about British being more well mannered are true.

I ordered a cup of cappuccino late. I put my hands firmly against the table, making my posture as refined as hers. I ran my fingers through the side of my hair making sure it was at least presentable if not neat.

"So Riley, how's life? Enjoying the role of being a wife?" She said stirring her tea and dipping her tea bag.

"It's lovely Mrs Anderson." It wasn't like there was any other answer.

"Call me Melanie." She said that with that sweet subtle smile of hers. "Are you free afterwards? I would love to take you shopping."

"Sure I'd be delighted." Where did my fake British accent come from...