Hola! Okay. So after a month of actually preparing this story I realized something-I can't make it too much like the novel or the movie, though I am mostly following the movie from here on out. I need to make it my own. SO. That's what I shall be doing from now on! Please, sit back, have some coffee, buy some flowers online and yadayada, let's get a move on here!
Oh and instead of Hamilton being tom, I switched his and Jake's characters. It fit a lot more.
Disclaimer: I do not ow nthe 39 Clues or the Great Gatsby
"Dan! You're here!" a bright voice exclaimed from the drive as I pulled up to the estate. "I've been waiting for you."
"I know, sister. But I'm here now and that's all that matters, right?" I replied, climbing out of my car. Amy, my older sister, simply nodded, a sweet smile on her face, her jade green eyes, the same colour as mine, glinting in the light the setting sun gave off. Her long red-brown hair was swooped to the side, resting on her right shoulder. Her white dress, shoes, and shawl fit in with the colour of the estate. In fact, if it weren't for her hair or her eyes, she could blend right in.
Turning my attention to the estate, I nearly gasped. I knew my sister had married a wealthy man but... I didn't know he had been THIS wealthy. The yard itself took up nearly five to seven acres at the least, bushes shaped into famous people bordering the drive. Horses were standing to the left, all round up in one white pen that took up about a third of the land. That must be where they play... Whatever it is they play, I thought. The lake that stood in front of the house (the drive went up to the back) was the same one that stood in front of my little house. I was right across the lake... Did Amy know that?
I looked up to the estate. White steps, no doubt marble or something of the sort, led up to two glass french doors. White walls, detailed decors... They had everything you could possibly want for an estate this large, it seemed. A pool was to the right of the estate, big enough to fit hundreds of people.
"Dan? Are you ready to come inside?" Amy asked softly, pulling her white shawl closer to her chest. "You can meet Jake, my husband, and Natalie."
"I've already met Jake. But, ah, I look forward to meeting Natalie. Is that-"
"My friend from New York," Amy interrupted.
"Well, we're sorta in New York, too, but..." I thought for a second and shook my head, clearing my thoughts. "Let's just go in," I told my sister with a laugh. She nodded, smiled, and began to walk up the long drive.
As we walked up the drive to the estate, Amy cleared her throat. "It's so nice you could come over tonight. I didn't want only three people to sit at the dinner table-it's so lonely that way." I nodded, smiled. She continued. "I also think it's great that you came for the summer. Don't you live right across the lake?" This caught me by surprise.
"Oh, uh, yeah I do. How'd you know?"
"Well, yesterday no one was in that house. Then there were lights on the same night you called and told me you had just reached your summer home." She paused and her smile grew wider. "I sort of figured it was you. I'm really happy I have family so close, especially really nice family."
"Wouldn't you consider Jake family? He's your husband," I said, a questioning look on my face.
"I-I guess I could. But he's a part of our side of the family because of two rings and a bible-he wasn't born into the family, like us."
"By that logic, Mom wasn't really a part of the Trent family then," I tried.
"And Dad wasn't really a part of the Cahill family," Amy shot back.
By the time we had finished our short conversation, we had reached the french doors. Amy reached forward, her gloved hands grasping the handles, and quickly pushed them forward. "Welcome," she began, as she moved to the right, her heels clicking on the marble floors. "To the Rosenbloom Estate."
"Amy!" a loud voice called from the dining room. "Is your brother here yet?"
"Just arrived, actually," she replied as she placed her shawl on one of the many chairs in the room. A large wooden table stood in front of me, surrounded by probably twenty chairs, maybe more. Plates and silverware were set up all around the table, as if many guests were to eat. Only four wine glasses sat at four chairs, though, reassuring me it would only be Amy, Jake, Natalie and I.
"Have you heard anything from Natalie?" Jake asked, ignoring me.
"No, Jake, I've been outside waiting for my brother. If you would please," she informed him in a bright but harsh-like tone.
"Hello, sir," I said as cheery as possible. "I know we've met already but I'm D-"
"Daniel Arthur Trent. Yeah, I know," he retorted.
"Jake!" Amy hissed, glaring at him.
I stepped forward, placing a hand softly on my sisters shoulder, a quick signal to let her know it was fine. "No, no, it's all right." Turning towards my sisters irritable husband, I simply nodded before taking off my hat and sitting down in a chair. Amy did the same. "It was very nice of you to invite me for dinner. Perfect timing too. I haven't gone to the store yet, so I would've had to possibly skip dinner tonight if it weren't for you."
"Well," someone said from behind me. "Amy does like charity."
"Natalie," Amy warned. I turned around in my seat to see who exactly this Natalie character was.
Behind me stood a very beautiful woman. Raven black hair, amber coloured eyes, and olive skin, she definitly stood out from the rest of the girls in New York, like Amy. But she wore much fancier clothing, insisting that she, too, was rich. She smirked when she noticed me looking at her. "Can't stop staring, eh? They were right-I really am gorgeous."
"Of course you are," Amy called. "But if you wouldn't mind-"
"Gordon!" Jake interrupted. "Please bring the food." At that Natalie sat down. A man also wearing very fancy clothing stepped out into the dining room, along with a few others. Once they put the food down we began to bring food to our plates and pour wine into our glasses.
And the SECOND longest dinner of my life began.
