SILENCE || A. Grande (DISCONTINUED)

¹⁴𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐛𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐀𝐮𝐧𝐭

"We're coming?" Ariana repeated, stopping her movements. "My aunt is stubborn, okay? She wants it to be in France." Ariana turned me around. "There is no way my mom is going to travel to France for a wedding." Ariana laughed.

I put my head on her shoulder. "I know..." I groan into her shoulder. "We can have two." I say,  having an idea. "No, Y/n. We're not having two weddings." Ariana made me look her in the face. "We're going to have one. I'll just have to tell my mom to come to France, or I'll send her a video of the wedding."

I smile. "You'll do that for me?" I ask. She nodded and giggled, "now I know where you get your stubbornness from." I roll my eyes and laugh along with her, "shush."

*~Ariana Grande~*

"France? A wedding in France?" My mom asked to which I confirmed with a nod. "Mommy, please say you'll be there. I can't get married without you watching." I beg to my mom.

"Okay. I'll come...I guess—but only because it's your wedding. Whose doing was this?"
"Y/n's aunt. She's very stubborn. And Y/n often has flashbacks about her and stuff. It kinda scares me." I say, sitting on my old bed and sighing. My mother kept folding my clothes and putting them into the suitcase. Y/n and I were going to France so I could meet her aunt.

"What part of it scares you?" Mom asks'. "I mean, sometimes when we're eating dinner—she'll randomly talk about her aunt. And when we're watching a movie or something, she'll randomly zoom out. It takes me at least three minutes to put her back into reality. I'm getting scared..." I say while biting my lip.

My mom paused and sat by me. "Do they seem bad?" I shrug, "honestly, no. But they seem weird. Like one time she talked about writing something for her aunt over and over again until she got it right. And she couldn't talk." My mom arched her eyebrows in confusion.

"Did she say what she was writing?" I shook my head. "She won't tell me." Mom smiled and squatted in front of me, taking my hands in hers. "You're going to France to meet her aunt, correct?" I nodded. "Ask her aunt."

* * *

"Tante, this is Ariana." Y/n said, introducing me to her aunt. "Nice to meet you..."
"Elodie. It means Foreign Riches. So this is the rich, Italian, taller than you, has lots of friends, girl you were talking about? She's beautiful. But not as beautiful as Alia, or Arielle; the girls I originally wanted you to marry. But of course your mother disagreed." Elodie rambled.

"Tante. That wasn't very nice-" Elodie cut Y/n off. "Silence, Y/n," Y/n looked down at her shoes and put her hands behind her back, "I apologize, tante."

"Good. Now why don't you ride horses with your cousin Tilio and I'll be having some tea with Ariana." Y/n nodded and started walking to the horse field. "Ariana, lets walk and talk." Elodie started walking and I quickly followed.

"How old are you?"
"17."
"When's your birthday?"
"June 26."
"Do you have a middle name?" I shake my head, but quickly realized that Elodie was in front of me.
"No."
"Do you have a extra last name?"
"Butera."
"How rich are you from a 1 to 10?" I scratch the back of my neck. It was hard to tell since I had so much in my bank account.
"Eight..? I don't really know, it's been a while since I have checked my bank account." I bite my lip hoping I didn't fuck up this whole interrogation shit.

"Good. A real woman shouldn't have to check her bank account to see how much money she has left or not. She should be able to know how much she has. What's your motto?"
"I have a lot, Ms. Elodie." I reply.
"What's one that means something to you?"
"I see it, I like it; I want it, I got it..?" I say, once again, hoping I didn't fuck up the whole situation.

"The four its. I like it. No, I love it. I think you're perfect for my niece. I can't wait to really get to know you. This, Miss Ariana, is going to be fun."

Elodie started walking again. I stayed in the same place still for a few seconds. "What does she mean by—fun?" I thought aloud.