DISCLAIMER: I don't own LOST or any of it's characters, I only own my ideas. Awboo to me :(
Charlotte Lewis walked stiffly into the large sitting room, annoyance weighing heavily on her expression. She turned to the loveseat and sat down, her skirts swirling around her. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at her mother. Mrs. Lewis' ill-fitting dress had quickly become the central point of her disdain. Her brothers were sitting on opposite chairs, making polite conversation with their mother and trying as hard as they could not to bring attention to her black mourning dress that looked as though she had to be lathered in oil just to get into it. Tired of being ignored, Charlotte sighed loudly and rolled her eyes.
"Mother, I am afraid that Charlotte is tired of being ignored," Liam teased, a smile spreading across his handsome features and his bright blue eyes sparkling.
"Liam," Charlotte retorted, her temper getting the best of her, "perhaps if you were not so concerned about others doings, you would see that it is not proper to bring attention to one's sister unless needed or asked."
"And if you weren't so concerned about rules and regulations, then you might not worry about being ignored so much!" her twin teased, a half smile perking his lip up.
"I am terribly sorry to interrupt, but there is a Mr. Reyes here to see Miss Charlotte," their manservant said in a bored tone. Charlotte jumped up and walked to him, nodding her head slightly. "His card, miss." Charlotte whipped her head around, her red curls bouncing and plucked the card out of his hand.
"Thank you, Karl!" Mrs. Lewis called, watching Karl's retreating back.
Charlotte pushed open the doors and glared defiantly at her friend, Mr. Hugo Reyes. She crossed her arms again and started to pace angrily. How her mother expected her to be still, quiet and perfect all the time was beyond her. Everything had started to fall apart since her father died. There were none of those delicious yelling matches that she and her mother used to indulge themselves in. Everything was still and quiet and Charlotte had to constantly look out for Megan and that led to no fun around town.
:Charlotte," Hugo called, pulling Charlotte out of her thoughts. She turned to face him, her blue eyes bright with expectancy. "You were muttering to yourself and that doesn't make for a very good impression on your guests."
"Yes, but since you know that I am not crazy I have nothing to worry about," Charlotte laughed, her full lips twisting into a delicious smile. Hugo laughed along with her and she knew that he had only been jesting. "You have no idea how tedious this old house is!"
"House!" Hugo squealed, his piggy eyes widening and his eyebrows shooting high into his forehead. "When did this become a house?! No, no, no my dear. This is a mansion!"
"Yes, Hugo, I realize that. For some reason, with five people left to fill this place up, it seems as though we have more room to spare." Charlotte sat down dramatically, her navy blue dress flowing around her like water.
"Now that you mention it, your home does seem quite quiet," Hugo drawled, gesturing towards the room.
"I believe that is because Megan is not awake yet." Hugo nodded, falling silent. Charlotte began to tap her elegant pianist finger against the armrest and tried to think of some juicy piece of gossip to delve into.
"Is that Hugo I hear?" Liam called, gaining a hush from his mother. Liam pushed open the doors and smiled widely at Charlotte's friend.
"You're back!" Hugo exclaimed, jumping off of his seat. Liam smiled and nodded, looking back at the doors that Charles had just comes through.
"That was a more exuberant welcome than we got from Charlotte and she's our sister!" Charles laughed, shooting Charlotte a wink. Charlotte rolled her eyes and blew a lock of hair away from her face.
Hugo shot a smile back at her that lit up his round face and yet Charlotte was not amused. When her brothers were gone, it was almost as though she ruled the house. She had always had more power over her mother than even she cared to admit. But now the boys had had their triumphant return and Charlotte's fleeting reign of power was now gone forever. While Liam may be leaving within the week, Charles had promised their mother that he wouldn't be leaving again. This new revelation left Charlotte feeling drained and annoyed at everything in her way.
XoXo
Penelope Widmore stepped out from behind the changing curtain and spun around. Her red silk gown flowed and spun and swirled around her legs. She beamed at her older brother and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly. Desmond laughed and lifted her off the ground, spinning her around. Penelope laughed and released her death grip on his neck. "Happy birthday, Pen," he yelled loudly.
"Shut up, Dez!" Penelope giggled, hitting her brother hard. "I don't want the whole world to hear!"
"Whether you want the whole world to know or not, Penelope, they do," her other brother, Daniel, smirked. "And it's all thanks to those gossip columns that you read so faithfully."
"Well, Daniel, perhaps if you read the columns you would know that a certain Juliet Burke is looking for a suitable husband," Penelope laughed, winking at him over the changing screen.
"Be that as it may," Daniel retorted, picking up a shiny bauble and examining it. "Juliet could hardly be any fun to be around. I think that her sister, Katherine, is more my type."
"Ah, yes, the infamous Katherine Burke," Desmond smirked, shooting a brown-eyed gance at his brother. "Unfortunately she seems to be taking a turn down the Charlotte Lewis path. A few more years and she could be quiet distasteful."
"Daniel, I do believe that Desmond may have fallen in love with Juliet," Penelope teased, stepping out from the curtain in a luxurious black skirt and an ivory westkit. "Maybe we should arrange a social call for him."
"I think that quite unnecessary, Penelope," Desmond said sternly, talking his siblings out of the Aime boutique. "Our mother has a social call arranged for the young Miss Littleton and I."
Penelope feel silent, her big brown eyes sparking with intrigue. She could hardly believe that her eldest brother was going to find someone to marry. Soon it would be only Penelope and Daniel in the house along with their mother and father. Penelope's life was quickly going from exciting and gossip worthy, to poor, drab and hardly worth talking about.
XoXo
Boone Carlyle stepped into his ornate mansion and sat down heavily. While he enjoyed having two women as company, he enjoyed Katherine's company much more than Juliet's. Juliet was prim and proper and stiff, never asking questions and always worried about whether she was perfect enough for everyone's fancy. But Katherine was the exact opposite. Katherine could care less about how the world saw her as long as she had fun. Society could learn a few things from her.
"I do believe you are going crazy, my friend," Jack Shepherd laughed from his seat. Boone jumped and then started to laugh maniacally.
"What are you doing in here?" Boone asked breathlessly, taking off his hat and hanging his coat up. "I mean, obviously my father knows you're here, but why are you here?"
"Because we need to talk," Jack said seriously, his smile sliding off of his face. He started to fiddle with his hat, nervousness conveyed over every single on of his features.
"Ah, yes," Boone chuckled, walking over to a table to fix himself a drink. "I must say that I have greatly missed your famous talks. Drink?"
"Yes, thank you," Jack replied, raking fingers through his short brown hair. Boone fixed himself and Jack brandies. He turned around to face his friend with a bright smile lighting up his handsome features.
"So, what is this serious thing you need you need to about?" Boone teased, winking at Jack and taking a small sip of his drink.
"It's about Claire," Jack said solemnly, watching a drop of water ride down the smooth glass. Boone looked at his friend incredulously, one eyebrow raised and his lips pursed as though he was thinking very hard about something. "It's about Claire and her marriage."
"Oh no! Your sister is getting married!" Boone laughed, winking at Jack playfully.
"She's getting married to Desmond Widmore. If everything goes according to plan," Jack sighed mournfully. Boone choked on his drink and stared at his friend unabashedly.
