Heavens devil.

Chapter 6!

So now Cara has a job and a house, can she escape mummy and Harry dearest's? and how will the little princess deal with getting dirt under her nails and having to make her own food? Love Yas ;) cheyenne x (that sounds like the end of a gossip girl episode!) *

Caras pov;
"Awwh look at all the puppies!" I cooed, looking into the basket full of little black puppies cuddled into their mum.
"That's rocky, she came in not long ago, not rescued, she just needed a new home when the owners found out they were expecting triplets.Triplets and 5 Labrador puppies, not a good idea.Crazy huh?" Said Jen picking one up and handing it to me.
We were sitting on the floor in the nursing room, where all the infants and mothers were, and instead of being caged up, they get a big room filled with baskets and bowls and toys. It's really cute actually.
Stroking the puppies head and neck I looked up at Jen,
"So, what's your story, who are you really?" I asked pushing back one of the curls that fell forward over my shoulder.
"I'm Jennifer Tallerd, Elizabeth is my auntie, she owns this place, I'm 18 next month, my mother died two years ago of cancer, they think it may run in the family, which totally sucks since I'm her only child, technically, unless your counting my older sister that we don't speak to, never mention her to me unless I bring her up first by the way, I live with my dad in the middle of nowhere, our house is little, since it's just the two of us, we have horses and a dog named jess, she's a collie, my only friend really... I love animals and gossip girl, not to mention that one direction are possibly my favourite people ever, and I'm honestly just a pretty crappy human being compared to people like you. Your turn!" She said, the whole time petting and giving rocky biscuits.
"Compared to someone like me?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows and putting the puppy back to pick up a different one, I swear I could steal them all and run away.
"Well your pretty, and probably really smart, you smell like some sort of Chanel perfume so your probably loaded, you speak posh, probably originate in some rich country miles from here but have lived here your whole life, tommy took to you straight away, which means you have something magical about you, your bag is Michael Kors, and you have perfectly pouted lips even when your not trying, your literally like Blair from gossip girl and I'm sure somewhere your hiding this perfect chuck bass kind of boy."she said looking at me with deep chocolatey brown eyes and a weak corner smile.
"Okay so most of that's true, kind of, but honestly my life's not as perfect as you believe it is Jen." I said with a half serious face.
"So then what's your story angel face?" She laughed as we stood up.
"I'm Cara Cortebellia, I live with my mother, fortunately, yes, on the posh side of town. I use tone 09 max bertio on my lips by the way, they're not this perfect themselves,"I laughed "my perfume is Chanel, nice guess actually, my last name comes from Spain, from my grandparents who still live there, mamma and pops, my daddy's parents, but he died not to long ago, in the war, I was such a daddy's girl, me and my mother have this horrible hate filled relationship and that's why I have this job, to finally be able to leave and start a fresh book because I'm fed up of just turning pages. Yes I am a spoilt St. George's girl I suppose, but my mother doesn't believe I'm getting anywhere in life, where as she's pretty much running this country. And that's about it." I said picking up a big bag of dog food. "This is heavy!" I groaned setting it back down.
"Yeah I can see the spoilt kid attitude coming through." Laughed Jen. "But no chuck? Blair doesn't have herself a chuck yet?" She gasped grabbing my bag aswell as hers.
"Nope, no chuck, just me, just a Blair look alike in her full single glory." I laughed picking up two bowls instead.
"That sucks. I don't have anyone either, it's okay"she giggled putting a bowl in a cage with two cats that were almost identical.
"I've never seen gossip girl." I said quickly, then putting my hands over my head to protect myself from flying bowls.
"YOU WHAT!" She shouted, and from the other end of the hall we heard tommy.
"JEN WILL YOU SHUT UP!"
She went red and we both burst into laughter.
"You will watch it." She whispered giving me daggers.