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My name is Alysson Macron and I am 23 years old. I live in a So-Ho loft in New York with my two best friends: Amy Malloy and Martin Courts. I work at a design firm as a interior decorator, that means I mainly help the business or home look nice. But My life has been riddled with tragedy, when I was fifteen my parents died in a car accident and I was then sent to live with my only living relative. My father's Aunt Margaret Macron, my parents were both only children and so was I. I missed them terribly but living with Aunt Margaret wasn't at all terrible. She is a wonderful woman and is very supportive of me. When I graduated from high school and told her I was moving to go to college she didn't protest. She knew I would be fine. My mother was an interior designer before she died, I would notice how much she loved it. And so that is the main reason I decided to become one. That and it is really a great career, everyone wants to make their home or business look as good as possible.
Another thing I always remember my parents talking about, was their love for London. They spent their honeymoon there and immediately fell in love with the city. Most people think of Paris as the most romantic city in Europe, but to them it was London. They spent a week there and made up their mind that one day they would move there permanently. But soon after her mother would find out she was pregnant, and they put that plan on hold. And soon time would fly by and just before they died they were seriously looking at houses in London. I silently vowed to them that someday I would fulfill their dream and move there myself. Although my job was lucrative, in order to afford to move I would need to save for a long while.
Right now I am sitting at my desk in my own office, looking at a clients file. When my secretary buzzes me, "Miss. Macron there is a Dr. Anderson on line one for you he said it is important that he speaks to you right away."
"Thank you, Sheila. And how many times do I have to tell you to call me Alysson," I said. Sheila apologized and I picked up on line one. "This is Alysson, how can I help you Dr. Anderson," I said. "I am afraid that I have some grave news, Miss. Macron. Your aunt Margaret has had a massive heart attack and I am sorry we did all we could but she did not make it," he stopped to let me process. "Are you sure. What do I need to do," I asked. "Well first yes I am sure and we need you to come home as soon as you can," he said. "I can be there tomorrow," I said and hung up the phone. The only family I had left was gone, I immediately started to cry. Sheila came in, noticed, shut the door and walked up to me. "What happened, Miss. Macron. What did that doctor want," she asked. "My aunt has died, Sheila. Will you get Mr. Drewson on the phone so I can tell him, thank you," I said. A few minutes my phone was buzzing. "Alysson, Mr. Drewson is one the phone," Sheila said. I picked up and began to explain what had happened and he told me to take all the time I needed.
When I got back to my loft, I seemed to walk in on a very intense moment between my roommates. Amy and Martin immediately flew apart and looked at me both flushed. "Did I interrupt something, guys," I asked. "What are you doing home so early, Alysson. Of course you aren't interrupting anything," Amy said immediately starting to blush. "Well, I have to go back home, Margaret has passed away," I explained. They both rushed over to me and hugged me, saying how sorry they were. "Thanks guys, and I am happy for the two of you it is about time you realized how the other one felt, I have known since I met you two," I said. They both looked at me shocked and decided to admit it. They helped me pack and the next morning drove me to the airport.
The next few days went by fast and it was the day before I was to return. I had met some new friends Margaret made while I was gone. I heard so many stories about how she would brag about her niece in New York. It made me smile to know she was proud of me. Her attorney was at the house sorting through some of her assets, when he told me there were some additional things she wanted him to do. He explained how over the years she had saved a sizeable amount of money. Her wish was to use the money to by me a house in London, and help me find a place to have my business in. I couldn't believe my ears. My parents wish and mine was beginning to come true. A life in London, but what about my job and my friends. Of course anyone who would listen knew about my wanting to live in London. He went into the living room and pulled a folder out of his briefcase and handed it to me. When I opened it there was a picture of a house, my house in London. I thanked him and knew my dream was coming true. Now I just had to find the courage to quit my job and leave Amy and Martin. The attorney pointed out that the flat was a 2 bedroom and 1 bath house with a modest backyard. And there was plenty of money left to help me find a place for my business and he showed me a business card for a realtor. The house was ready when I was.