𝐴 𝑁𝑒𝑤 𝐴𝑔𝑒 𝑌𝐴 𝑁𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙
𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐬
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Having been uprooted from the only country she'd ever known and moved to the other side of the Atlantic, Angie couldn't be more disgruntled with her life at the moment.
And of course, there's n...
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ANGIE
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I trekked the short distance to Oliver's house, taking my time to savour the serenity.
However obnoxious, my neighbourhood was a marvel. The steadily changing colours of the trees offered a taste of the autumn beauty to come.
Sighing in content from the short but fruitful walk, I walked up the pathway to Harding house.
Having been given the code a few weeks before, I strolled right in. I couldn't classify this house as my second home since I didn't have one in the first place. But I spent so much of my time here and I was practically in love with Lorelei so yes, this was my house.
"Hello darling," Lorelei greeted as I strolled into the main area. I let out a low whistle as I approached her.
"Somebody looks like they're getting ready for a date," I teased, wondering if her lacy black ensemble was for a certain principal of mine.
She blushed and stumbled, an action incredibly unfamiliar coming from Lori.
"I have a... lunch meeting, yes- a lunch meeting that I'm a little more than fashionably late for."
"A lunch meeting? Is that what they're calling it these days?" I continued and she gave me a small, playful glare.
"There is pasta in the fridge from dinner last night and Oliver's in his study. See you later sweetheart."
She placed a delicate kiss on my cheek and with that, scurried out the room, a trail of mystique and expensive perfume left behind.
With a laugh, I went straight to the kitchen, the taste of last night's pasta flooding my tastebuds. I opened the fridge and stared hard at it but after a few seconds, I decided to leave it for later. Instead, I grabbed a bag of salted popcorn from the pantry.
