“I’m home!” Jared shouted out, slamming the apartment door closed behind him, and flinging his keys onto the floor. “Cerise?”
Rosaline couldn’t believe what she just heard Rosetta confess to her, firstly that Jared still loved her – which was totally ridiculous – and that she, she blamed herself for Rosaline’s own stupid actions.
Mr Stuart was a very insecure man, routing for his get-out-of-jail ticket with the use of Jared, one of the best lawyers in London, even though Mr Stuart didn’t have any faith at all in him.
Jared sighed, the court case was still another two weeks away, so that meant another two weeks having to put up with the whinging, grey haired man.
She looked so gorgeous whilst she was sleeping, her dimples making little indents into her soft cheeks, her blonde hair wild around her face, and her hands scrunched up into tight little fists at her side.
Moving as silently as possible, he moved to the side of the bed, and tugged the duvet cover down as softly as he could.
Jared smiled at her, smoothing his hand over Cerise’s soft, blonde hair: she looked so much like Rosaline.
he whispered, not wanting to wake her up too much.
Rosaline gaped at Rosetta, a spring roll that was making its way into her mouth now hung in mid air in her frozen hand.
It didn’t make sense, but Rosaline couldn’t really ask Rosetta about the new girlfriend, as she wasn’t supposed to of heard them in the first place – she still wish she hadn’t.
“What... erm, what do you mean?” Rosaline asked her blushing sister, false nonchalance ringing through her voice.
Rosaline mumbled, lost for words and avoiding Rosetta’s gaze.
Rosaline looked up from her plate, her mouth a-gape.
“Don’t look so surprised!” Rosetta carried on, waving her fork in the air, “it was pretty obvious you left because of me and Kenso...”
Rosetta returned the smile and carried on talking,
After all, it was me who insisted on the marriage on a complete impulse in the first place, and then because of that I lost my sister and brother-in-law all at once, as well as breaking both my sister and husband’s hearts...”
Tears were now flowing down Rosetta’s freckled nose and hollow cheeks; she had gotten so thin.
Rosaline poked Rosetta’s nose, and she gave a slight giggle,
Rosaline groaned inwardly; the last thing she wanted was a visit to her Mum who would probably go on about how much she’d missed her and ask her why Rosaline never called her whilst she was in America, making her feel doubly guilty. But she would be pleased to see her big brother again; she missed him and his advice so terribly, and she was desperate to meet the girl who had convinced him to marry: something she thought Jase would never do.
“Well, no, but I promise to talk to Mum and Dad soon,” Rosaline added quickly at the reproachful look Rosetta gave her.
“And Jase?” Rosetta asked, raising her eyebrows, convinced she knew the answer to this.
Rosaline looked at Rosetta, who just burst out laughing: that was exactly the answer she had been expecting.
Jared turned his attention back to his sleeping Cerise. She looked so gorgeous whilst she was sleeping, her dimples making little indents into her soft cheeks, her blonde hair wild around her face, and her hands scrunched up into tight little fists at her side.
Jared smiled at her, smoothing his hand over Cerise’s soft, blonde hair: she looked so much like Rosaline.