Eloise
I'm Eloise. I'm 23. I'm a city girl. I live at the Plaza Hotel in New York City. And I have just arrived from Paris after a failed attempt to cheer up my dear friend Stella Love.
"Thanks for the trip and for trying to cheer me up, Eloise," Stella said glumly as she gave a sad smile, "But I think it'll take some more time before I get over Oliver."
"Oh, please! It should take no time at all!" I said, handing my luggage to Randle, the bell boy. "He was out of his right mind to cheat on you!" I loved Stella dearly, but, at times, she was so so so frustrating. It had been nearly six months since her ex-boyfriend Oliver lost his senses. Then again, after giving her heart to that nitwit for three years, it was understandable how she would be down, but even so… Just as I was about to further continue my rant on how she should finally move on, I spotted a straight haired brunette at the front desk speaking to Mr. Salomone, but not just any brunette...
"Rose!" I exclaimed trying to get her attention. She turned and her face lit up when she saw me. We both ran to each other and hugged the way two best friends who hadn't seen each other in a week and a half would-and, let me tell you, for best friends, a week and a half is a dreadfully long time.
She greeted Stella as well who politely responded back. They weren't really friends- to be honest they probably only really talked to each other on my account. It wasn't any reason in particular besides the fact that they didn't have much in common with each other. But, to be honest, I didn't have an incredible amount in common with Stella either-definitely not as much as I had in common with Rose. I suppose our love of travel is truly what ties our friendship together, that and the fact that she used to tutor me when we attended Miss Madeline Prep here in New York.
"Welcome back, Eloise," Mr. Salomone said coming towards us in his usual friendly manner. Amazing how people can mellow with age.
"A pleasure to be back, Mr. Salomone," I replied, taking a look around the Plaza. It was festively decorated for the holidays with holly, ornaments, and tinsel. And I was pleased to see the tree had been brought in while I was gone. "Was Jacobs taken care of?" Mr. Salomone chuckled.
"Don't worry; your Jack Russell terrier is fine. Although, I admit, he did get into a bit of mischief, not unlike his owner does," he said giving me a knowing look. I blushed. A wave of comfort swept over me. Some things just don't change.
I was finally home.
But that, of course, didn't change the fact that my attempt to cheer up Stella had failed; but I, Eloise LaBelle, was not one to quit easily.