Blair's eyes wandered the gorgeous expanse before her. It was so much, and yet so little to take in. Large vaulted ceilings gave foundations to the most gorgeous chandelier. A Baby Grand Piano was nestled in the curve of the grand staircase. Beige marble floors spread out in every direction. Expensive paintings and sculptures sat around the room in an artistic messy kind of way. This transaction of such beauty lasted for about thirty seconds before Blair laid eyes on the four figures standing at the mouth of the staircase.
"Blair," Gregory smiled. He hurried to embrace his long-lost daughter. He gripped her as if she were the most precious thing in the world.
"Dad." Blair hugged her dad unwaveringly. She had dreamt of this moment her entire life. She had gone over several scenarios of how this moment would play out the moment she found out that her father was alive. She inhaled deeply, wanting to catch every whiff of her father possibly could.
An alabaster hand appeared over Gregory's shoulder softly. Gregory released Blair reluctantly.
"Blair, this is my wife Deborah," Gregory introduced. He turned and motioned for Niall and Valerie to join them.
"It feels so good to finally meet you," Deborah exclaimed, giving Blair's hands a quick squeeze.
Niall was practically jumping out of his shoes.
"Hi," Niall beamed over Blair, unsure of what to do. "I'm Niall, your brother."
"I figured." Blair chuckled and squeezed him briefly before opening up.
"Valerie, would you like to greet your sister?" Gregory asked rhetorically.
"I'd rather stick pins in my eyes," Valerie grumbled, and stalked towards the kitchen/
"Blair, please excuse my sister's inappropriate behavior. She seems to be the only Anthony who's not happy to meet you," Niall apologized.
"Perhaps I should go speak with Valerie," Deborah suggested, pulling away from their close knit circle and gliding to the kitchen. She waited until Blair was out of earshot before unloading on Valerie. "I've met lemons sweeter than you."
"The perhaps you should go adopt one."
"What is the matter with you? Why are you so against your sister coming to live with you?"
"Why is everyone forgetting the word "half'? She's my half sister!"
"Regardless, you share the same DNA no matter how much you twist it and chop it up."
Valerie poured herself of scotch from one of the many tumblers that rested on cabinet. Gregory and Deborah Anthony were one of the many parents on the Upper East Side that believed in the quasi-European idea that the more freedoms kids have, the less likely they are to abuse it. Despite this idea, Valerie and her friends often abused everything. The sour leather taste caused Valerie's face to twist into a disgusted glare, but she took another sip anyway. Valerie stalked past her mother, leaning into her ear and saying, "Blood doesn't make a family. You would no, wouldn't you?" Valerie smiled when Deborah's back stiffened, then clicked off into the living room where the rest of the Anthony's had moved to.
Deborah stood still in the doorway, back still stiff as nail, her eyes bulging. Her mind raced as images danced across her mind: images of her past that she had desperately tried to cover up.
"Mrs. Deborah?" Celeste interrupted her thoughts. "Are you all right?"
Deborah instantly relaxed her composure. A good game face resided amongst other attributes she had gained over the years. "Yes, I'm fine. Is dinner ready?"
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A Couple of Forevers
أدب الهواة"This place isn't meant for outsiders. There's only two ways to get in here: marriage or birth. Unfortunately, that little whore isn't married and definitely wasn't born here. She won't make it, though I will enjoy watching her try..." // One Direc...
