"Ready darlings?" drawled Matilda.

"Yes Matilda." We all answered in unison

"Wonderful! Come now or we'll miss the flight!" She said it cheerily acting as if we all were so excited to be uprooted from home and move to a loud and smog filled country and live in a snobby upper class town.

"How could we possibly miss the flight if we own the jet we're taking?" Molly hissed under her breath to me. I wanted to laugh because I knew it was funny and ironic but taking one last look at our house made it impossible to smile let alone laugh.

My father Patrick Ramsey, big time lawyer who was given a better job in Manhattan hence the big move, went into the limo first. My mother Matilda Marshall interior designer extraordinaire followed my father into the car wearing a ridiculous white pantsuit with her blond hair big and full of too much hairspray. It made me sick looking at them right now. Both so happy to leave not a care in the world, they definitely didn't care that they were ruining the lives of 3 children. Their children.

Once we were all settled into the limo, I looked over at my mother fussing with my dads color and honestly almost threw up. They probably didn't even tell people they had three kids. With all of Matilda's plastic surgery she didn't look much older then 25. My father was quite handsome but always the life of the party, I was sure he'd never admit to having 3 kids. I gazed at Molly, her blond hair in a cute little bob with her straight bangs tidy and clean. She wore a red ribbon in her hair that matched the red shirt she was wearing. She looked very cute. We were twin sisters, the closet you could have. Best friends and beautiful sisters. We were the dynamic duo and people didn't mess with us Ramsey sisters because it would probably be the last thing you ever did.

I looked over at Rebecca and smiled. She was only 4 but she had dads brown auburn hair and it was in tiny loose little ringlets. When we were alone with no guests Matilda loved to dress up Rebecca and give her makeovers and lots of attention. It drove Molly and me crazy. She was wearing a black baby doll dress with white shoes and white barrettes in her hair.

I caught a glimpse of myself in a mirror and smiled. I knew I looked good; I was going to a new town with new people I had to impress. I would be top of the food chain in New York if it was the last thing I did. My blond hair was full of volume and I smiled gazing at my newly whitened teeth, a gift from Patrick after he forgot my 17th birthday. My side bangs were short and straight and I was wearing a green dress that hugged me in all the right places making me look well—flawless.

"Oh my! It is a lovely place don't you think dear Patrick?" Matilda always spoke like she was addressing a crowd, or maybe she thought she was in a movie. We were all hustling from our private jet with our adorable Burberry luggage bags and our lovely Prada and Chanel purses looking indeed a family. We even looked—functional, to the untrained eye however. I was wearing black pumps and they click clacked in a familiar way as my 'family' walked around the airport.

"Bloody hell! Where is Rebecca?" Patrick cursed. I rolled my eyes and kept walking, stupid idiot lost his daughter. Wouldn't be the first time he did something so unbelievably dumb. For a lawyer he sure was dim.

"Oh Patrick, that's just brilliant!" Matilda hissed trying not to cause a scene. I sat down on a bench with Molly and we tried not to laugh as Matilda and Patrick raced around trying to find the daughter nobody knew about. "Everyone's staring at us like we're--,"

"Aliens, I know. Soak it up, we're hot and they're jealous. I mean, we do in fact look pretty cute. We have cute English accents plus we all look bloody amazing!" I couldn't help flashing smiles to the cute bell boys who were walking by red faced. I loved to flirt and I had no problem in London getting any boy I desired. With a pang I remember Gerard. My beautiful boy toy that I might've actually began a relationship with if not for the move. He was the perfect boy, a gentleman, two years older with brown shaggy constantly falling in your eyes hair and piercing blue eyes. I really did like him. "We are cute aren't we!" Molly easy up and crossed her legs daintily. She was extremely pretty, all of us Ramsey ladies were. We all had our grandmother's eyes, they were such an intense blue they appeared violet. They were frightening and intimidating yet beautiful in all the right ways. Our parents had smoky gray eyes, eyes I was very happy I didn't receive. We had money and style and wonderful personalities considering the household we were raised, so I guess meeting new people shouldn't be a problem for any of us.

After 15 minutes at least, Patrick and Matilda returned with Rebecca looking shamed between them. Her button nose was wrinkled and her cheeks were rouged with anger. She must've thrown a tantrum at some point, how 'embarrassing' for the folks. Oh well, on we go!

When we arrived outside our new house I had to say I had a moment of weakness. But just for a moment. The house was stunning. It was on a secluded street away from the loud honking that already had my ears humming yet still in the area. I quickly noted a little path leading right into the hustle bustle area which I knew I'd learn well. Molly, Rebecca and I ran into the house immediately picking and choosing rooms. Rebecca the attention seeker sought for the room in all the movies that was in the attic where they found mystical books about magic and creatures from the black lagoon came to at night. I laughed in her face and walked away and searched for a sensible room with a pretty view.

"I've got dibs on this one thank you!" I heard Molly shout. I ignored the shout and walked into the room at the end of the hall. It was quite large and I noted with a smile the large walk-in closet with rotating hangers. It was nothing like my room in London. I saw it had a loo attached which made me exceptionally happy. No sharing with Rebecca who never replaced the loo roll. Gross that's what she was. I had my own shower and sink and the colours. It had gold lining everything as well as dabs of red paint here and there and to make it vibrant the walls were a deep blood red. I loved the loo immediately especially the fact that the window was tiny so I knew there would be privacy. The room was empty otherwise but I knew exactly where everything would go. I wouldn't need my chair because the room had a charming window seat overlooking the view of the backyard. The view was absolutely divine I might add. Trees with swings and an orchard, a pool and deck with a little pool house. It also had a stunning garden which I noted had someone tending to it. Hmm, possible boy toy alert? I raised my eyebrow menacingly. This may be more fun then I imagined.

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