Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Gabriella O’Rourke, stop it Gabby, you’re being silly and anyway he wasn’t for you. He obviously had something going with aunt Marion.
But that look he’d given me while she was running her fingers over his chest…he’d seemed uncomfortable. Oh it was too much to think about now, I’d just make myself miserable pining after something that could never be, the story of my life.
I started to unpack as I took in the room that had been given to me. It was a nice room, a little bigger than the one I had at home.
I walked around being careful not to touch anything and then I saw the window and the view beyond. A little bit of my excitement returned.
I was in New York City. Hugging myself I turned around in circles until I remembered that I hadn’t called momma and daddy to let them know that I’d reached okay.
I was a little hesitant to go back out there and ask her if I could use the phone. If I didn’t they would worry all night long though, so I squared my shoulders and headed back out.
There were pillows strewn all over the living room floor and she was in the process of tearing apart another one when I reentered the room.
I was too shocked to say anything and so she caught me standing there with my mouth hanging open like an idiot. I couldn’t quite make sense of what I was seeing, but instinctively I knew it wasn’t good.
“WHAT’RE YOU DOING OUT HERE? Didn’t I tell you to go to bed?” I jumped a mile in the air at her first shout.
“I…I’m sorry I just wanted to use the phone to call home and let them know I got here safe.” She picked up the handheld and threw it at me before storming past me.
I heard a door slam seconds later and felt my heart deflate. What had I done wrong? Was it because I’d gone to dinner with Cal…Mr. O’Rourke?
Just thinking of him made my tummy hurt and I felt a sense of lost. Maybe I shouldn’t have come here after all. I hate confrontations they make me very nervous and always leave me feeling inept.
Aunt Marion sure wasn’t acting too happy to see me, and I wondered if maybe she was just having a bad day. That had to be it, I mean why else would she have told momma it was okay to send me here if she was going to be this way?
I pushed it aside for now and put on a bright cheery voice as I called home. Everyone was very excited that I’d made it here safe and sound.
No one in my family had ever been this far away from home before; to my younger siblings it was as if I were already a star.
We chatted for a bit and not once did I let on about my misgivings concerning momma’s friend, they’d just think I was sassing anyway so I said nothing.
I had a restless night what with all the new feelings running around inside my head.
I thought for sure my every thought would be of my new home and getting started on the new life I’d been dreaming about since the day momma and daddy told me it was okay to come, but no.
Instead my dreams were filled with green eyes and an enigmatic smile. A soft drawl that made me feel weak even in my slumber and all the things we would do together if only it were real.
The next morning I woke up full of excitement, my first day in New York. I wore the nice knee length skirt momma had made me and the second hand cream silk shirt I’d found in the thrift shop back home. I was very proud of this outfit because it made me look so grown up and a little sophisticated.
When aunt Marion had offered the job as her assistant momma had thought it right that I have some office type clothes.
Daddy said he could afford to send me to the mall to get some things but I knew that the farm had only just started to turn a profit and there were still my brothers Sam and Virgil and my little sister Hayley, so I went to the second hand store.
My best friend Melanie went all the time and swore that if you took your time you could find some really good stuff.
I was never too good with makeup so just a few strokes of the brush through my hair and a touch of gloss over my already pink lips and that was it for my grooming.
Of course I thought of Callan and what he would think of my outfit and me in general.
I touched the blush on my cheek as I remembered some of the more torrid scenes from my dreams the night before.