"Madame, have you gathered your things?" A man dressed in a black suit asked, his coattails trailing. He had an elongated head, Roman nose, and a monocle.
"Indeed Alfred," A young woman stated, her hair a delicious brown and her eyes a reddish amber.
"Oh darling Charlotte! I so wish you wouldn't go. That Akane fellow, quite the disappointment if you ask me," the woman's mother fanned herself, her brown locks up in tight curls, her soft green eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"Mother, if I don't go, how will I ever be able to expand my horizons? Think of the wealth Mother," the woman, Charlotte, gave a small smirk.
Her mother kissed her cheeks in farewell as Alfred went and held the door open for her to the car. The driver was a bit other, midforties, black hair, brown eyes, full brit if she'd ever seen one.
"To the airport Jackson," she stated.
"Off on another trip with the young duke Miss?" His accent was heavy.
"No, I'm off to gather myself some money," Charlotte stated, looking at herself in a hand mirror.
"Ah, does Duke Reginald know?" Jackson asked.
"No, and we'll keep it that way," he tone then lowered to a mumble, "Hopefully you won't be seeing him any more after this little excursion."
The rest of the drive was silent. Charlotte's phone buzzed as she boarded the plane. It was a message from Liam Reginald. He was a young duke in London, her other half if you may. Yet, despite the tall, blonde and handsome thing he had going for him, he was incredibly dull and dim. If it wasn't for his money, she's be gone already.
Liam: Darling, what about a trip to Bali this Spring?
Chatlotte: Sounds absolutely divine. Will your mother be joining us?
Liam: No, not this time my dear. I can't wait to come back from my excursion to Czechoslovakia. I miss you my beautiful diamond.
Charlotte grimaced at this and put her phone away. She boarded and placed her carry on above her seat. She found that she was next to a dark haired woman. She was listening to music. It sounded very country. Charlotte sat herself down and crossed her arms over her chest. She rolled her eyes, annoyed at her father's choice in seats. She was stuck in coach, the ghostly bastard.
She leaned back, attempting to rest her eyes. That infernal country music was like knives in her ears. Couldn't this raggedy girl find something more elegant to listen to? She scoffed, putting on her own music. She preferred the sweet elegance of piano music. Not that cow wrestling broken record lovey dovey country crap.
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A Name Stained In Red
Hayran KurguThe Akane Family. Most known for being the leaders of many different branches of buisness such as media, machinery, and manufacturing. The head of such group, Ryojin Akane, the Hugh Hefner of Japan, finally rallies his spawn in an attempt to find a...
