Assassin [18+]

Blue Lilies

§Morgana Acampora§

We've been back from Aspen for a month now. Jack quit. Although on the bright side, my brother hasn't stepped foot in this house for the same amount of time and I enrolled in some Italian course online. Eros just vanished; I asked my dad about him and he said he hasn't been answering calls, which is concerning since he does what he does.

"Hey, Maguna," York said as she walked into my bedroom with her head hung low; she's not as cheery as always.

"Doll, what's wrong?" I got up and met her halfway.

York wrapped her arms around my waist "We are leaving Atlanta."

I frowned "Why? Did my mother fire Gigi?"

"No," she shook her head gazing up at me "my dad got a new job in New York City," her lower lip quivered "I don't want to go."

"Oh, doll," I cupped her cheeks looking into her eyes "don't cry; New York is fun, there are lots of things to do and guess what event is held there?" I wiggled my eyebrows trying to make her smile which worked.

"New York Fashion Week."

"Exactly, doll," we took a seat on my bed. "And I'm going to make sure you get to go to all the events you want, all right?" At least I'll make someone happy.

York nodded looking at our intertwined hands "Thank you, Maguna."

"Anything for you, York," I laced my arms around her and took in the smell of her orange shampoo "someone showered today," I teased making her laugh. "Come on, I'll let you pick whatever you want from my closet to take with you."

"Are you serious?!" the girl's jaw dropped to the floor.

"Yes," a big smile played on my lips "go."

York squealed before leaping off the bed and towards my closet. She spent four hours looking through everything I have which made me realize I have a lot of things I haven't worn. The little rockstar chose a beige Balenciaga Tote Bag, a pair of red croc-effect Louboutin pumps she'll have to wait for them to fit, a red faux-fur beret, a pair of Dior cat-eye sunglasses and a neutral cotton suit made up of a cropped jacket and its respective pants.