𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖑→𝕹𝖆𝖙𝖊 𝕬𝖗𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖉

BASS ON THE VERGE

My father only called me for two reasons. The first reason was to ask me if I needed anything and the second reason was to ask me if my mother needed anything. Of course the amount of money wired to my bank account was more than enough for occasional shopping sprees. And my mother was never without anything due to the success of her Beverly Hills based luxury brand. So our quarterly phone calls were short and usually ended within five minutes. So when my father asked me to come home I was shocked. The summer before freshman year I told my father that I never wanted to see him again and that I was finally moving back to California to see my mother. At that moment, three years ago, he didn't even put up a fight. He said it would be "one less brat to feed." Within twenty-four hours I was in California with a woman who was supposed to be my mother. Ever since my arrival we were inseparable, but now he wanted me home. For what?

New York looked the same when I arrived. The only difference is that I am nervous. As a bass I have never been nervous in my life. I haven't spoken to my brother since I left that night, I tried many times to call him but he never returned my calls. As I was sitting in the car I continued to fumble with my bag's zipper hoping it would ease my anxiety about seeing everyone. Charles, Nate, Serena, and Blair. Just thinking about seeing them again raised my blood pressure. I motioned the driver to stop at the Palace. I pick up my phone and dial my father. He answers and begins to clear his throat.

"Angel, did you get here yet?"

"Yes father, I am outside the Palace, any chance you will finally tell me why I am here,"

"I'm not home, I had some business to attend to. Maybe you should go find Charles or Blair or Serena. Go have fun, explore the city,"

I let out a deep sigh and motion for the drive to continue to drive down the street, "I guess I can do that. Will I see you tonight?"

"Yes we will have dinner tonight, the three of us. Make sure to wear something beautiful,"

"Okay, talk to you later. Love you,"

"Goodbye, Anastasia." He hangs up the phone momentarily. Like true Bass fashion, no one says I love you. When moving to California I had to adjust to having a warm loving family, unlike what I grew up in. Having family dinners, parents not humiliating you, and keeping commitments were all foreign to me.

I looked up and I saw we had arrived at the Waldorf penthouse, I motioned for him to stop and I tipped him. I grabbed my bags from him and stood at the entrance and looked at the clouds. Better now than later. I walked through the doors of the pearly building. I took the elevator to the top floor and waited to be buzzed in. The penthouse looked the same but there were some aspects changed like the decorations and other things of that fashion. I was met with Dorota. She sized me up and down and then took a double take.

"Ms. Anastasia is that you?" Dorota squealed in her thick accent.

"Yes, Dorota it's me. How are you?" I asked while giving her a big hug. Dorota practically raised me along with Serena's mom. Bart never knew how to raise children, let alone a daughter who was as precious as I was. Dorota was sweet and has always treated me with respect.

"Should I alert Ms. Blair?"

"No, no, no Dorota. I'll surprise her!"

Blair and I were once best friends, some would say closer than her and Serena. She told me everything and I told her everything. Well everything but me leaving to move to California. Which is probably gonna cause problems. I turn the corner and I instantly hear familiar voices, but this time around they are a little deeper. I rip the band-aid off and enter the room. They don't notice me because they are in their own squabble.