Chapter I - An Exceptionally Bad start.
Things that happened:
Got yelled at by my teacher (for forgetting to do my homework)
Forgot that today was reverse day (got fooled by my friends)
Screwed up in my math quiz ( Hey! I didn't know there was one!)
Sat on a bubble gum.. (what more could be worse!)
Lost my phone (my dad's going to kill me! )
Tripped in the school hallways (uhhmm.. 16 times)
Bumped in to someone I don't know ( good thing they're really cute!! 8 times)
Got mental block when the teacher calls me ( 18 times!! )
Stare at my crush absentmindedly. unluckily got caught (..? Gee I
don't remember..)
Christmas vacation.. (sigh. I still have to wait till next year to see
him.)
Afternoon. School grounds : parking lot.
Ugh. The last thing on earth I feel physically, emotionally, or mentally equipped to do is to fly to Domino to Ellen and Geoffrey Comner's Turkey Buffet, Geoffrey and Ellen Comner are my parent's family friend and business partner, and as uncle Geoffrey never tires of telling me had known me since I was running by the pool with no clothes on. My mother rung up at 8:30 in the morning last August and forced me to promise to go she approached it via a cunningly circuitous route.
"oh, hello, darling! I was just ringing to see what you want for Christmas."
"Christmas?"
"Would you like a surprise darling?"
"No!" I bellowed. "Sorry. I mean..."
"I wonder if you'd like a set of wheels for your suitcase."
"But I don't have a suitcase."
"Why don't I get you a little suitcase with wheels attached. You know, like an air hostesses have."
" I've already got a bag."
"Oh, darling, you can't go around with that tatty green canvas thing. You look like some sort of Mary Poppins person who's fallen on hard times. Just a little compact with a pullout handle. It's amazing how much you can get in. Do you want it in pink or in lime green?"
"Mum. It's 8:30 in the morning. It's summer. It's very hot. I don't want an air hostess bag."
"Umi Mikage's got one. She says she never uses anything else."
"Who's Umi Mikage?"
" You know Umi, darling! Akira Mikage's daughter. Umi! The one that's got that super-dooper modeling job."
"Mum.."
"Always takes it on her trips."
"I don't want an air hostess bag with wheels on."
"I tell you what. Why don't you, daddy and I all club together and get you a proper new big suitcase and a set of wheels?"
Exhausted I held the phone away from my ear, puzzling about where the missionary luggage-Christmas-gift zeal had stemmed from. When I put back the phone she was saying:
". In actual favt you can get them with compartment with bottles for your bubble bath and things."
"Is there anything you'd like for Christmas?" I said desperately, blinking in the dazzling weekend sunlight.
"No,no" she said airly. "I've got everything I need. Now, darling," she suddenly hissed, "You will be coming to Geoffrey and Ellen's Turkey Buffet this year won't you?"
" ah.. Actually , I.." I panicked wildly, what could I pretend to be doing? ". think I might go to advanced class. you know "
"That doesn't matter. I'll call your school and compromise about it , Oh did I mentioned? The Kaibas are coming. Do you remember Seto, darling? He's one of those successful businessmen and the youngest. Masses of money. Single. It doesn't start till eight."
Oh God. Not another strangely dressed opera freak, mommy's boy with hair burgeoning from a side parting.
"Mum, I've told you. I don't need to be fixed up with-"
"Now, come along, darling. Ellen and Geoffrey have been holding the Turkey Buffet since you were running by the pool with no clothes on! Of course you're going to come. And you'll be able to use your new suitcase!"
[ Back to present ]
I stretched out myself, just woke up still sleepy because of the party I attended last night. By the way my name is Phoemella Saotome, an only daughter of a business tycoon.
"At last Christmas vacation, I have to pack up now,"
I stood up got that suitcase that my mom bought. lime green , and started packing just when I was about to close my suitcase a thought hit me.
"Isn't Seto Kaiba the one who owns' the Kaiba corp.?" I asked my governess
"As I have heard he is, why young miss?"
"They're the ones who manufacture those. dueling disks right?"
"For all I know yes."
I grabbed my deck of cards on top of what seemed like junk station instead of a study table. When everything's settled I rung my mom.
"Oh Hello darling! How do you like the bag? Don't forget to pick up your car when you get here . me and your dad will be waiting!!"
"Ok mum, I'll remember, bye."
(Sigh) this is just great! Spend my Christmas with people I've never heard of. As I fixed myself in front of the mirror my Nanny came in.
"Young miss. your car's here."
"I'm going to miss you Lala." I said giving my nanny a big hug.
"take young miss. And have a safe trip!" she said wiping her eyes.
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11:45 p.m: Ugh. Today has been day of horror. Cannot believe I am again going to be fixed up with someone I have no idea or who knows. Booked in a hotel, but I eventually gave up got ready for the party checked out and set off for the Turkey Buffet far too late. When I got to the Comner's , I stepped out of the limo as I have no escort, the butler waiting by the door ushered me inside the hall of the house. or rather the "Mansion" . it was gorgeous (the ceiling was hand painted and complementing it was the huge crystal chandelier.) Anyway I was still in a strange world of my own (- nauseous, sleepy and I was also suffering from road-rage residue after inadvertly getting lost and having to drive halfway to Lumina before we could find anywhere to turn around.) I watched resignedly as Ellen Comner's form (- intriguingly deformed through the ripply glass door-) bore down on me in a fuchsia gown.
"Phoemella! We'd almost given you up for lost!, Merry Christmas, just about to start without you."
She seemed to manage to kiss me, give me a big hug, wipe her lipstick off my check and make me feel incredibly guilty all in one movement.
"Sorry. I got lost."
"Lost?! Dear what are we going to do with you? Come."
She led me through the frosted glass doors into the lounge. Where fat businessmen wearing tuxedos holding glasses of sherry and talking with each other (looked a lot like walking penguins with hair holding sherry ) As I walked to a circle of men and women.
"Phoemella! Merry Christmas!" said Geoffrey Comner,
"Hahump,!" He said "which street did you come off at?"
"um. I guess it was. 19th street, but there was a diversion."
"19th street!, Ellen she came off at 19th street! You've added an hour to your journey before you even started. Come on let's get you a drink. How's your love life anyway?"
Oh god. Why can't married people understand that it is no longer "nice" question to ask? We wouldn't rush up to them and roar, 'how's your marriage going? Still having sex?' Everyone knows that dating at my age is the state of happy-go-lucky free-for-all. it was when you turn 22 and that the honest answer is more likely to be, 'Actually last night my married lover appeared wearing suspenders and a darling little angora crop-top, told me he was gay/ a sex addict/ a narcotic addict/ a commitment phobic,' than 'super thanks.'
Not being a natural liar, I ended up mumbling
" fine"
at which point he boomed.
"So! You still haven't got a lad!"
"Phoemella what are we going to do with you!" Ellen said.
"Yes, you're one of the beautiful princesses of the business world. how come?"
roared Edward Lee (married to Athel, president of the Lee mining industry) waving his sherry in the air. Fortunately my dad found me.
"I am very pleased to see you, Phoemella," he said taking my arm.
"Your mother has the entire Domino poised to comb the country with toothbrushes for your remains. Come and demonstrate your presence So I can start enjoying myself." He winked.
"how's the suitcase?" my dad joked
"Big beyond all sense. How's the ear-hair clippers?"
"Oh, marvelously- you know- clippy."
It was all right, I suppose. I would have felt a bit mean if I hadn't turned up, But Seto Kaiba. Yuk! Everytime my mother's rung up for weeks it's been,
"of course you remember the Kaibas, darling. They came over when you were still studying here and you and Seto Used to talk!"
or "Oh! Did I mentioned Seto is coming to Ellen's Turkey Buffet?"
Then next time as if out of the blue,
"Do you remember Seto Kaiba, darling? He's one of those super-dooper top notch young-good-looking-businessmen. Single. They say he works all the time. I think he might be coming to Ellen's Turkey Buffet, actually,"
I don't know why she didn't just come out with it and say,
"Darling do shag Seto Kaiba over the Turkey Buffet, won't you? He's very rich."
I snapped back to reality and found myself tugged by aunt Ellen Comner.
"Come along and meet Seto, " Ellen Comner sing-songed before I'd even had the time to get a drink down me.
Being set up with a man against your will is one level of humiliation, but being literally "Dragged" into it by Ellen Comner, watched by an entire roomful of friends and business partners of your parents, is on another plane altogether.
The rich, single-top-notch-young-successful-businessman Seto quite tall- was standing with his back to the room, scrutinizing the contents of Comners' bookshelves, It's like atruck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Kaiba and to stand on your own looking snooty at the party. It's like being called Romeo and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden shouting " Juliet" and banging your head against a tree.
"Seto!" Ellen said, as if she was one of Santa clause's fairies, "I've got someone nice for you to meet."
He turned round, revealing that what had seemed from the back like a harmless-tall-snooty looking guy was actually a serious good looking guy with deep set eyes in the shade of Blue.
"Seto, this is Andrei and Amelia's daughter Phoemella,"
said Ellen, going all pink and fluttery.
"Phoemella still goes to school, don't you, Phoemella?"
"I do indeed,"
I for some sort of reason said, as if I were taking part in a radio phone- in and was about to ask Ellen if I could " say hello" to my friends Cory, Jikkie, Sarah and Bernadette, Everyone in the school, my mum and dad, and lastly all the people at the Turkey Buffet.
"Well I'll leave you two young people together," said Ellen, "I expect you're sick to death of us old people."
"Not at all," said Seto Kaiba awkwardly, at which Ellen Giggled and left us.
(SILENCE)
"I. Um. Ah. have you any news about your fathers' business?" he said.
Oh for god's sake.
I racked my brain frantically to think when I last read the paper and my fathers' spread sheets. Then I had a brainwave.
"Only the stock exchange" I said triumphantly,
I haven't read it exactly, but since dad had been ranting about it so much.
"Oh. Really?" he said "So what are your fathers' company's standings?"
"Oh. well, not bad." I said wildly, racking my brains to get off the subject.
(SILENCE)
"why don't you get something to eat"
he said and bolted towards the buffet, leaving me standing there by the bookshelves.
Ugh. He was like so irritating me, anyway this party is boring me.
I sneaked out by the door, making sure that neither mom,dad or anybody else is on sight, I went out to the hall.
"Leaving mademoiselle?" the butler asked
"No no " the butler handed me my coat
While I was putting it on My eyes shifted to the huge glass window at the end of the hall, outside was the veranda and it was all covered in white fluff of snow, I walked to it and went out to the veranda.
It's cold out here, but it is beautiful I touched the snow on the banister I look up and saw the moon shinning brightly, then fireworks went up, tearing the night sky and filling it with light and colors, I smiled.
~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*
The moonlight reflected on Phomella's jet black hair as it dances along with the wind, her face illuminated by the light of the fireworks, with her coat as white as snow made Phoemella look like an angel that came down from the heaven.
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Mokuba's P.O.V
"Ouch!"
hey that hurts. got to get out of this bushes, I said under my breath as I tried to untangle myself from the bushes when I saw the fireworks,
"This branch is blocking me!"
I said grabbing the branch I was about to step out.
"Oh Boy." I said as the branch go swooshing by.
"ouch!" I yelped as I clamp my hands on my face. I tried to balance myself since I can't see.
"oohh!!!!....Argh!"
I slipped lucky me it was snowing! That means I won't have to worry for back pains.
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"Oh my god! Are you alright?"
I said running to the boy, his eyes slowly open and slid out of focus .
"Hello?, hello? Can you hear me?" I said waving my hand in front of the boy.
"Is there anything wrong there miss?" the butler said as he tapped the window,(he can't see the boy lying down on the ground since there was a huge heap of snow)
"Everything's fine!" I mouthed " I hope."
"Aahh.." the boy groaned his right hand on his forehead as he tried to sit up.
I helped him get up and took him inside the maid saw us and led us to the parlor, gave us some blankets lit the fire, and gave us some hot cocoa.
"please don't tell anyone about the boy. he didn't mean to trespass . maybe he just got lost" I told the maid
"No need to worry mademoiselle my lips are sealed"
"Thank you , your kindness will not be left forgotten"
The maid left us, I went to the boy (who is now curled up in the couch)
"Are you feeling well?" I asked, as the boy slowly opened his eyes.
"Don't tell them about me. please I just got lost that's all" he plead.
"I won't unless. you tell me your name "
"I'm. um. Mokuba." the boy said
"Mokuba! I really need to tell you this but you look familiar. are you with anyone from the party?"
"No! no. I'm not!" Mokuba said with his eyes widening.
I stood up handed him my blanket and motioned him to rest, who could this boy be..? He seems to be familiar with hid unruly hair and everything.
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Things that happened:
Got yelled at by my teacher (for forgetting to do my homework)
Forgot that today was reverse day (got fooled by my friends)
Screwed up in my math quiz ( Hey! I didn't know there was one!)
Sat on a bubble gum.. (what more could be worse!)
Lost my phone (my dad's going to kill me! )
Tripped in the school hallways (uhhmm.. 16 times)
Bumped in to someone I don't know ( good thing they're really cute!! 8 times)
Got mental block when the teacher calls me ( 18 times!! )
Stare at my crush absentmindedly. unluckily got caught (..? Gee I
don't remember..)
Christmas vacation.. (sigh. I still have to wait till next year to see
him.)
Afternoon. School grounds : parking lot.
Ugh. The last thing on earth I feel physically, emotionally, or mentally equipped to do is to fly to Domino to Ellen and Geoffrey Comner's Turkey Buffet, Geoffrey and Ellen Comner are my parent's family friend and business partner, and as uncle Geoffrey never tires of telling me had known me since I was running by the pool with no clothes on. My mother rung up at 8:30 in the morning last August and forced me to promise to go she approached it via a cunningly circuitous route.
"oh, hello, darling! I was just ringing to see what you want for Christmas."
"Christmas?"
"Would you like a surprise darling?"
"No!" I bellowed. "Sorry. I mean..."
"I wonder if you'd like a set of wheels for your suitcase."
"But I don't have a suitcase."
"Why don't I get you a little suitcase with wheels attached. You know, like an air hostesses have."
" I've already got a bag."
"Oh, darling, you can't go around with that tatty green canvas thing. You look like some sort of Mary Poppins person who's fallen on hard times. Just a little compact with a pullout handle. It's amazing how much you can get in. Do you want it in pink or in lime green?"
"Mum. It's 8:30 in the morning. It's summer. It's very hot. I don't want an air hostess bag."
"Umi Mikage's got one. She says she never uses anything else."
"Who's Umi Mikage?"
" You know Umi, darling! Akira Mikage's daughter. Umi! The one that's got that super-dooper modeling job."
"Mum.."
"Always takes it on her trips."
"I don't want an air hostess bag with wheels on."
"I tell you what. Why don't you, daddy and I all club together and get you a proper new big suitcase and a set of wheels?"
Exhausted I held the phone away from my ear, puzzling about where the missionary luggage-Christmas-gift zeal had stemmed from. When I put back the phone she was saying:
". In actual favt you can get them with compartment with bottles for your bubble bath and things."
"Is there anything you'd like for Christmas?" I said desperately, blinking in the dazzling weekend sunlight.
"No,no" she said airly. "I've got everything I need. Now, darling," she suddenly hissed, "You will be coming to Geoffrey and Ellen's Turkey Buffet this year won't you?"
" ah.. Actually , I.." I panicked wildly, what could I pretend to be doing? ". think I might go to advanced class. you know "
"That doesn't matter. I'll call your school and compromise about it , Oh did I mentioned? The Kaibas are coming. Do you remember Seto, darling? He's one of those successful businessmen and the youngest. Masses of money. Single. It doesn't start till eight."
Oh God. Not another strangely dressed opera freak, mommy's boy with hair burgeoning from a side parting.
"Mum, I've told you. I don't need to be fixed up with-"
"Now, come along, darling. Ellen and Geoffrey have been holding the Turkey Buffet since you were running by the pool with no clothes on! Of course you're going to come. And you'll be able to use your new suitcase!"
[ Back to present ]
I stretched out myself, just woke up still sleepy because of the party I attended last night. By the way my name is Phoemella Saotome, an only daughter of a business tycoon.
"At last Christmas vacation, I have to pack up now,"
I stood up got that suitcase that my mom bought. lime green , and started packing just when I was about to close my suitcase a thought hit me.
"Isn't Seto Kaiba the one who owns' the Kaiba corp.?" I asked my governess
"As I have heard he is, why young miss?"
"They're the ones who manufacture those. dueling disks right?"
"For all I know yes."
I grabbed my deck of cards on top of what seemed like junk station instead of a study table. When everything's settled I rung my mom.
"Oh Hello darling! How do you like the bag? Don't forget to pick up your car when you get here . me and your dad will be waiting!!"
"Ok mum, I'll remember, bye."
(Sigh) this is just great! Spend my Christmas with people I've never heard of. As I fixed myself in front of the mirror my Nanny came in.
"Young miss. your car's here."
"I'm going to miss you Lala." I said giving my nanny a big hug.
"take young miss. And have a safe trip!" she said wiping her eyes.
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11:45 p.m: Ugh. Today has been day of horror. Cannot believe I am again going to be fixed up with someone I have no idea or who knows. Booked in a hotel, but I eventually gave up got ready for the party checked out and set off for the Turkey Buffet far too late. When I got to the Comner's , I stepped out of the limo as I have no escort, the butler waiting by the door ushered me inside the hall of the house. or rather the "Mansion" . it was gorgeous (the ceiling was hand painted and complementing it was the huge crystal chandelier.) Anyway I was still in a strange world of my own (- nauseous, sleepy and I was also suffering from road-rage residue after inadvertly getting lost and having to drive halfway to Lumina before we could find anywhere to turn around.) I watched resignedly as Ellen Comner's form (- intriguingly deformed through the ripply glass door-) bore down on me in a fuchsia gown.
"Phoemella! We'd almost given you up for lost!, Merry Christmas, just about to start without you."
She seemed to manage to kiss me, give me a big hug, wipe her lipstick off my check and make me feel incredibly guilty all in one movement.
"Sorry. I got lost."
"Lost?! Dear what are we going to do with you? Come."
She led me through the frosted glass doors into the lounge. Where fat businessmen wearing tuxedos holding glasses of sherry and talking with each other (looked a lot like walking penguins with hair holding sherry ) As I walked to a circle of men and women.
"Phoemella! Merry Christmas!" said Geoffrey Comner,
"Hahump,!" He said "which street did you come off at?"
"um. I guess it was. 19th street, but there was a diversion."
"19th street!, Ellen she came off at 19th street! You've added an hour to your journey before you even started. Come on let's get you a drink. How's your love life anyway?"
Oh god. Why can't married people understand that it is no longer "nice" question to ask? We wouldn't rush up to them and roar, 'how's your marriage going? Still having sex?' Everyone knows that dating at my age is the state of happy-go-lucky free-for-all. it was when you turn 22 and that the honest answer is more likely to be, 'Actually last night my married lover appeared wearing suspenders and a darling little angora crop-top, told me he was gay/ a sex addict/ a narcotic addict/ a commitment phobic,' than 'super thanks.'
Not being a natural liar, I ended up mumbling
" fine"
at which point he boomed.
"So! You still haven't got a lad!"
"Phoemella what are we going to do with you!" Ellen said.
"Yes, you're one of the beautiful princesses of the business world. how come?"
roared Edward Lee (married to Athel, president of the Lee mining industry) waving his sherry in the air. Fortunately my dad found me.
"I am very pleased to see you, Phoemella," he said taking my arm.
"Your mother has the entire Domino poised to comb the country with toothbrushes for your remains. Come and demonstrate your presence So I can start enjoying myself." He winked.
"how's the suitcase?" my dad joked
"Big beyond all sense. How's the ear-hair clippers?"
"Oh, marvelously- you know- clippy."
It was all right, I suppose. I would have felt a bit mean if I hadn't turned up, But Seto Kaiba. Yuk! Everytime my mother's rung up for weeks it's been,
"of course you remember the Kaibas, darling. They came over when you were still studying here and you and Seto Used to talk!"
or "Oh! Did I mentioned Seto is coming to Ellen's Turkey Buffet?"
Then next time as if out of the blue,
"Do you remember Seto Kaiba, darling? He's one of those super-dooper top notch young-good-looking-businessmen. Single. They say he works all the time. I think he might be coming to Ellen's Turkey Buffet, actually,"
I don't know why she didn't just come out with it and say,
"Darling do shag Seto Kaiba over the Turkey Buffet, won't you? He's very rich."
I snapped back to reality and found myself tugged by aunt Ellen Comner.
"Come along and meet Seto, " Ellen Comner sing-songed before I'd even had the time to get a drink down me.
Being set up with a man against your will is one level of humiliation, but being literally "Dragged" into it by Ellen Comner, watched by an entire roomful of friends and business partners of your parents, is on another plane altogether.
The rich, single-top-notch-young-successful-businessman Seto quite tall- was standing with his back to the room, scrutinizing the contents of Comners' bookshelves, It's like atruck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Kaiba and to stand on your own looking snooty at the party. It's like being called Romeo and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden shouting " Juliet" and banging your head against a tree.
"Seto!" Ellen said, as if she was one of Santa clause's fairies, "I've got someone nice for you to meet."
He turned round, revealing that what had seemed from the back like a harmless-tall-snooty looking guy was actually a serious good looking guy with deep set eyes in the shade of Blue.
"Seto, this is Andrei and Amelia's daughter Phoemella,"
said Ellen, going all pink and fluttery.
"Phoemella still goes to school, don't you, Phoemella?"
"I do indeed,"
I for some sort of reason said, as if I were taking part in a radio phone- in and was about to ask Ellen if I could " say hello" to my friends Cory, Jikkie, Sarah and Bernadette, Everyone in the school, my mum and dad, and lastly all the people at the Turkey Buffet.
"Well I'll leave you two young people together," said Ellen, "I expect you're sick to death of us old people."
"Not at all," said Seto Kaiba awkwardly, at which Ellen Giggled and left us.
(SILENCE)
"I. Um. Ah. have you any news about your fathers' business?" he said.
Oh for god's sake.
I racked my brain frantically to think when I last read the paper and my fathers' spread sheets. Then I had a brainwave.
"Only the stock exchange" I said triumphantly,
I haven't read it exactly, but since dad had been ranting about it so much.
"Oh. Really?" he said "So what are your fathers' company's standings?"
"Oh. well, not bad." I said wildly, racking my brains to get off the subject.
(SILENCE)
"why don't you get something to eat"
he said and bolted towards the buffet, leaving me standing there by the bookshelves.
Ugh. He was like so irritating me, anyway this party is boring me.
I sneaked out by the door, making sure that neither mom,dad or anybody else is on sight, I went out to the hall.
"Leaving mademoiselle?" the butler asked
"No no " the butler handed me my coat
While I was putting it on My eyes shifted to the huge glass window at the end of the hall, outside was the veranda and it was all covered in white fluff of snow, I walked to it and went out to the veranda.
It's cold out here, but it is beautiful I touched the snow on the banister I look up and saw the moon shinning brightly, then fireworks went up, tearing the night sky and filling it with light and colors, I smiled.
~*~*~*~**~*~*~*~*
The moonlight reflected on Phomella's jet black hair as it dances along with the wind, her face illuminated by the light of the fireworks, with her coat as white as snow made Phoemella look like an angel that came down from the heaven.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Mokuba's P.O.V
"Ouch!"
hey that hurts. got to get out of this bushes, I said under my breath as I tried to untangle myself from the bushes when I saw the fireworks,
"This branch is blocking me!"
I said grabbing the branch I was about to step out.
"Oh Boy." I said as the branch go swooshing by.
"ouch!" I yelped as I clamp my hands on my face. I tried to balance myself since I can't see.
"oohh!!!!....Argh!"
I slipped lucky me it was snowing! That means I won't have to worry for back pains.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"Oh my god! Are you alright?"
I said running to the boy, his eyes slowly open and slid out of focus .
"Hello?, hello? Can you hear me?" I said waving my hand in front of the boy.
"Is there anything wrong there miss?" the butler said as he tapped the window,(he can't see the boy lying down on the ground since there was a huge heap of snow)
"Everything's fine!" I mouthed " I hope."
"Aahh.." the boy groaned his right hand on his forehead as he tried to sit up.
I helped him get up and took him inside the maid saw us and led us to the parlor, gave us some blankets lit the fire, and gave us some hot cocoa.
"please don't tell anyone about the boy. he didn't mean to trespass . maybe he just got lost" I told the maid
"No need to worry mademoiselle my lips are sealed"
"Thank you , your kindness will not be left forgotten"
The maid left us, I went to the boy (who is now curled up in the couch)
"Are you feeling well?" I asked, as the boy slowly opened his eyes.
"Don't tell them about me. please I just got lost that's all" he plead.
"I won't unless. you tell me your name "
"I'm. um. Mokuba." the boy said
"Mokuba! I really need to tell you this but you look familiar. are you with anyone from the party?"
"No! no. I'm not!" Mokuba said with his eyes widening.
I stood up handed him my blanket and motioned him to rest, who could this boy be..? He seems to be familiar with hid unruly hair and everything.
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