The morning came, yesterday I did not get to appreciate the beauty of this room, a beautiful medieval mirror, that, I wished I could take home.
Walls embedded with little strange repeating patterns that were made of some kind of metal, it probably wasn't gold after all it was chipping to a more greyish tone. The light came in beautifully from the window, reflecting the white that covered most of the wall. Why was I feeling so dislocated in this princess-like environment?
Either way, I also want some birds to make my bed! Cinderella was a lucky bitch!
My room has a whole bathroom to myself and I felt like enjoying the freedom, in our apartment we fought every morning, we would fight about who would take a bath first, about who would eat the last pancake, and about which one would take the front side in the car. We lived in a never-ending disagreement, but it all feels far away here.
I wonder why, we keep such a low profile. We live such a modest life when we have this whole place to ourselves. I mean it is not like being rich is the best thing in the world, we can see by Theodore and his twisted ways of living. Even so, I would love to live in this more laid back and comfortable way.
When I arrived in the living room a whole scene had started enfolding, my parents were amid a pleasant conversation with an old couple, Claude, the dream boy from the other night was there, beside him a more bulky and older version of him.
They slowly approached me, one with a huge smile and one with a cold semblance that gave me shivers. I did not even know him, and I already despised his presence. "Hello, we are the Olive family..." he said as he pointed to his parents "I'm Anthony Olive and-" he said as he pushed his brother closer to him.
"I'm Claude Olive. I can speak, you know. You don't need to speak for me." That beautiful boy said, pretending to be mad at his brother, his brother's only reaction was shrugging his shoulders and babbling a "whatever" to nobody in specific. He then put his attention on me and winked "What's your name?" He offered his hand for a handshake.
The situation was strange, but I was going along, after all, it was true, I had yet to introduce myself "Nice to meet you guys..." I responded to the handshake "Call me-" Lily and Leon appeared near us suddenly.
"Harriet!" Lily squealed as she linked her arms with me "Good Morning, do I know you guys?" she gave me that glance that told me she was curious, she looked enchanted, she may have told me once or twice about a boy she met when she lived here, but he did not seem as dreamy as she made it seem. Are childhood crushes all like this? He is as dry as plain wheat, the only thing he has going for him is his muscles. Is that enough?
But still, who am I to judge? I laughed at the sight of my sister in love with anyone but Theo, it looked like they had some sort of fight before the trip, was it this bad that made Lilian fall out of love?
"Are you laughing?" said a soft ginger boy coming near me. I nodded. "They always do this, it's not even funny anymore" his enigmatic words made me curious.
"What do you even mean, Dear Maid?" I said with the most convincing puppy eyes and smiled remembering last night's encounter.
"It's just that ... It's impossible, never going to happen..." he said with confidence.
"Does he have a girlfriend? No, a fiancée, in this rural place it must be!" I decreased our small distance with a growing smile.
"More or less, let's say I wish it was that simple" his face suddenly changed to a paler complexion, I decided to change topics quickly before the conversation grew cold.
Firm and assertive steps approaching us from behind.
"Who's this?" said Theodore, entering the room nonchalantly. Claude stared at him for what felt like minutes.
"I'm the housekeeper's son, Claude. By the way, Harry, who's this?" he clearly meant to pick a fight with Theo, and I was not mad. I would have done the same, after all.
"Well, he's our childhood friend, and he is Lily's ex-boyfriend" I did not know it felt so pleasant to say that, but it did. Nobody treats my sister badly, not even my friend. I swear, I do not have ulterior motives.
"Did you have to include that part, Harry. Ugh, who is that beside Lilian?!" He fixed his gaze on Anthony.
"You're delicate like a rock! Not your business Mr-My-sister's-ex-boyfriend" Claude appeared to be very amused by the situation but muffled his laughter in a pillow.
"I'm already in a bad mood, don't even start. Let us meet at 10 am in the driveway, I have something to show you. That's the reason we came here." His eyes seemed like they would burst "Not that Lilian understands." he left annoyed, probably to hide on his bedroom and scream his teenage angst out. He mumbled, "the world is against me" or something like that as he left.
"How did Lilian stand to date him? He seems like a prick." To an extent I agreed but on the other hand that was just Theo being Theo.
"Let's say he's a lovable idiot." He might be rude at times, but we are his closest friends. Who else would be his close friend, with that attitude of his? I giggled at my compliment.
"Milady, what did you come here for?" Did he really say Milady? How embarrassing, I hope nobody heard that. Was Claude that bold? I did not know him enough to know.
"What the hell, "Milady" that's so strange!" I cringed at my idea, you could say I just went with the moment and said something strange last night.
"That was your idea, don't make that face right now. Answer me!" he demanded as he laughed at our strange conversation. I liked this kind of strange relationship.
"Whatever, let's say we are playing detectives, but the twins got distracted...So I only have Theo, right now." Any little thing I did not know was better than the nothingness that was my head. At least Theodore kept his promise.
"Is it about that incident?" He gulped "It was shocking as you know, nothing happens here. I can't even imagine how you..." His eyes examining my face, comforted me a little bit. He was in one way or another concerned about a stranger he just met.
"Don't worry, I want this. I want the whole truth and if they know something...I trust them!" Not even my own family understood how I felt, I am pretty sure Claude who I met a few hours ago did not understand this crazy thirst, for a possibly cruel truth.
"I can show you guys around, if you want." His nervous smile was basically begging to let him come with us.
"No problem, you can come with us. Just one thing..." I crossed my arms so he would pay attention to my request "Don't even think of calling me "Milady". I will die of embarrassment!"
"Okay, Milady, but you can't call me Maid either" He chuckled, and his perfect white teeth greeted me as he smiled.
"Repeat after me, Claude-" I smiled and could not finish the sentence. This dream boy only made me smile, I wish I met his sooner. Preferably before I met Theodore. Would things be different?
This friendship, so clean and pure, so different from that stupid sister I always want to protect her, because otherwise, she would be in trouble.
Different to my emotional brother who would fight with his girlfriend on the daily and ignore us when they were fine. And the total opposite to that heavy friendship Theodore and I have.
I did not know if I was wrong, or if one was better than the other but I wish more people were like a fresh summer breeze