She Belongs To Him

Chap 124: This Was Our Plan

• the comparison between younger Lane vs. Lane now (above) •

Twiddling her thumbs, Katie sits in the living room with her leg crossed over the other. Lane had briefly introduced her to his sister, Anastasia, before he asked to have a private conversation with her. The blonde had not even spoke to the one person she had so many questions for.

Katie heavily sighs, fidgeting. She looks around the room, seeing how clean and cozy the living room is. The blonde slightly envy's Anastasia for having such a nice home, wishing she had one as well.

I wonder where she got all of her stuff. She bites the inside her cheek, her green eyes examining the room. Neat books on the bookshelf, the fuzzy blanket perfectly folded and draped over the rocking chair in the corner, the walls painted dark grey with white base trim, the pretty fake plant right as you walk in...it's not cluttery or old or anything like the mansion. It's warm and cozy...must be nice.

Katie purses her lips as she rubs her hand over the medium grey couch, feeling its soft texture. Her green eyes flicker up, looking around once again out of boredom. Suddenly, something catches Katie's eye. On the mantle of the gas fire place rest several photos. Curiosity fills her along with excitement.

The blonde turns her head and leans over to her left, seeing that the door to the dining room is closed just a little ways down the hall. She purses her lips, feeling guilty for what she is about to do. Katie rises to her feet, crossing her arms. She quietly walks over to the mantle to see several faces inside the picture frames.

The first photo at the very end of the left side of the fireplace is a little girl. She has dark brown hair, porcelain white skin, and ocean blue eyes. A sweet smile. She wears a shiny yellow suit. Katie assumes its Anastasia's daughter and Lane's niece.

She has Anastasia's smile. She looks like a Langton. Katie smiles happily. This must have been a picture day photo.

Katie moves onto the next photo, which is of a baby. She assumes its of Anastasia's daughter. The next photo the blonde comes across is of a family. Katie starts to teach out and grab the picture frame but stops herself.

That's rude. Katie reprimands herself, sighing heavily. Well...looking at someone's photos without permission is rude too. Either way, I'm being quite rude.

The blonde shakes her thoughts away, her guilt lingering. She leans in closer to the picture frame, closely examining the photo of the family. A man, a woman, and two children. Katie recognizes a camera-shy Anastasia immediately. She had dyed blonde hair then, her roots giving away her natural hair color. She stands behind a man who looks to be in his mid-fifties holding up a filled shot glass, a forced smile on his face. Beside him is a beautiful woman in her early to late forties. She is dressed in a revealing purple dress, her chest freckled. Katie's can tell that her spray tan was supposed to cover most of her freckles. Her smile is goofy but pretty.

Suddenly, Katie registers that the photo is of Lane's parents. She gasps at the realization, her eyes widening. A small smile dances on her lips.

Lane looks nothing like his parents...Anastasia kind of looks like her mother but Lane...doesn't? Weird. They could have fooled me as twins. Katie thinks giggling softly as her eyes shift to the last person in the picture. Her whole body freezes. Oh, my God! You were so cute, Lane! Adorable.