hi readers! i know it's been a while but i really just wanted to relax and watch tv and read and that's what i did. Also I took an amazing vacation so that was lovely and it really got me back in that creative groove. Also, my computer has been acting super weird so I'm afraid it may crash so I've been trying to limit how much I use it and that's like torture when you just want to write! Excuses aside, this chapter is pretty good and a little fluffy and easy to get through. I think you all will like it. As usual, PLEASE check out all the stories here, new and old. I am one of many great authors on here (for instance, jbabe? a literal goddess who writes super long and exciting chapters way more often than me! Check her out.) Also if you like this or you like me, or my stories, please feel free to reach out (though I am bad at checking my PMS) or leaving a nice review. Feedback and ideas are always welcome! Hope everyone enjoys these last few weeks of summer. I am so so sad that July is practically over. So so sad.
Okay enough, blabbering. I present to you, chapter three! xooxox
Lord Redbrick turned around to face his daughter and Juliet's heart quickened. His eyes were tired and the wrinkles on his face more pronounced. He wasn't thinner and he was standing, dressed, alert. She swallowed, unsure.
"It's really you." He said, his voice raspy. Juliet nodded and suddenly her father was embracing her. She felt his bones against her and his cigar and cologne scent was strangely familiar.
"Dad." She whispered. He let her go, his eyes studying her face.
"You still have your mother's eyes." He told her.
"Yes." Juliet replied, softly. She stepped out of the way.
"And you're my granddaughter, Violet." He said her name so reverently.
"And you're my grandfather." Violet said. The word grandfather felt strange and unfamiliar.
"You resemble your mother." Lord Redbrick smiled slightly.
"Thank you." Violet replied, surprised. Most people didn't notice the physical similarities like their noses and their smiles.
"You've truly grown up." He said, pride evident in his brown eyes.
"She has." Juliet answered and Lord Redbrick nodded.
"Gnomeo, you've done well for them." Lord Redbrick said, acknowledging Gnomeo who had stood off to the side, silent.
"Thank you, sir." Gnomeo said, trying to stand tall.
"Of course he has. He's my son." Lady Bluebury replied. Katherine Bluebury stood in the doorway. Her head was regal and high and her blue dress lined with fur, stood out against the red and gold décor.
"Mom!" Gnomeo exclaimed. "You're here!"
"My son!" Lady Bluebury exclaimed, emotion rising in her cheeks. She hugged Gnomeo tightly and Gnomeo felt like a small boy again in her embrace.
"It's good to see you, Mum." Gnomeo told her as she pulled away to get a good look at him.
"Oh you too, my sweet boy. How you resemble your father!" Lady Bluebury wiped at her eyes.
"Thanks Mum." Gnomeo replied, smiling.
"And where's my granddaughter?" She asked him.
"Right here." Gnomeo said. "Mother, this is Violet, our daughter."
"Hi." Violet said, shyly.
"She's beautiful and so grown." Lady Bluebury exclaimed, taking Violet's hands in hers. Violet felt the clamminess of the older woman's hands through her silk gloves.
"Thank you." Violet said, trying to like this woman.
"She has your blonde hair, she looks just like you." Lady Bluebury smiled.
"My hair and her mother's eyes." Gnomeo replied.
"Indeed." Lady Bluebury agreed. She turned from Violet to Juliet.
"Juliet, you look well." She offered.
"Thank you." Juliet replied. "Your son has made sure I'm not anything less."
"Isn't he wonderful?" Lady Bluebury exclaimed.
"Why don't we all sit down?" Lord Redbrick offered.
"Yes, dad, you shouldn't be standing this long, here I'll get a chair." Juliet said, worriedly.
"It's alright, just get my cane we can go to the sitting room." Lord Redbrick rasped. Juliet grabbed it and they went to the sitting room. Lord Redbrick had maids pouring tea as they sat down.
"So Violet, what do you like to do?" Lady Bluebury asked, setting down her red and white china cup without drinking. "I just want to know all about you."
"Um, well, I like to dance, I take ballet classes at the London Royal Ballet, so I enjoy that." Violet offered, unsure about what to tell about herself.
"That's wonderful!" Lady Bluebury replied, touching Violet's arm lightly. "Perhaps I can get you tickets to one of our ballets here."
"Violet and I were talking about that before we came." Juliet told her nicely.
"Maybe we can all go together." Violet suggested.
"Maybe." Lady Bluebury said, eyeing Juliet.
"So you dance, what else?" Lord Redbrick asled.
"Well, I like to paint." She thought out loud. "I've travelled with my parents a lot. I spend a few hours a day with my tutors."
"That's very admirable." Lord Redbrick told her. "You sound like a very well rounded young lady."
"She is." Gnomeo said. "She's the best thing that happened to us." Violet looked away smiling. However, on the inside she was uncomfortable. She didn't love to talk about herself and all the compliments felt undeserved. She liked them but it also was weird.
"So Gnomeo, how's the business?" Lord Redbrick asked and Juliet smiled at him.
"It's doing good, I can't complain." Gnomeo answered. "It supports us and our lifestyle so that's good." His answer felt lame, even to him.
"How wonderful." Lady Bluebury sniffed.
"Yes, our house is very lovely, we have the most beautiful garden!" Violet chimed in.
"Ah yes, I wonder where your parents got that idea." Lady Bluebury smiled, wily.
"Both your grandparents have always been known for their gardens." Juliet explained to Violet.
"You can see them if you like." Lord Redbrick offered.
"She'd love to see both your gardens." Gnomeo interjected diplomatically.
"You could see mine all the time if you were staying with me." Lady Bluebury pointed out, her voice cool.
"And me as well!" Lord Redbirck huffed.
"Well, Nanette offered first and her guest house is quite lovely." Juliet said, skirting around the real issue. She and Gnomeo didn't want to have to choose between their parents for this.
"Yes, I always knew that Paris fellow was a good man. I tried to set him up with you, Julie!" Lord Redbrick said, obviously not choosing his words well. Violet had never heard of her mother being referred to as Julie. Her dad often used Jules, but never Julie. It made her think there was a side to her mother that she didn't know.
"I remember, Dad." Juliet said, testily.
"Of course, I was unaware that you were seeing someone behind my back-"
"Enough Cleon! There's no need to bring up unfortunate events." Lady Bluebury chided and Lord Redbrick sighed.
"It's probably for the best anyways, seeing how he's now married to your friend." Lord Redbrick told Juleit.
"Yes, they're very happy." Juliet told him. "Their daughter is a little younger than Violet."
"She's quite the socialite." Lady Bluebury added. "I've seen her at many a ball."
"Speaking of, I was thinking of hosting a ball tomorrow night, to welcome you back to New York." Lord Redbrick told the family.
"Oh Dad, you really don't have to." Juliet told him. She wasn't sure she even wanted to attend a ball where people would stare and things would be just like they were before she left New York. People would talk like they weren't there and they'd be the public entertainment all over again.
"No, I haven't had a reason to celebrate in a while. I insist." Gnomeo watched the guilt flash across Juliet's face and had to hide his anger.
"Well, I suppose I can't say no then." Juliet replied faking a smile. "Violet won't a ball be nice?"
"Um, yes. Of course it would." Violet answered, startled.
"Then it's settled." Lord Redbrick decided. "Also Juliet, I'm sure your cousin Tybalt would like to see you as well."
"Oh yes, how is he?" Juliet asked, remembering her drunken cousin.
"Married, but not happily." Lord Redbrick sighed. "He tends to get a little, er, wasted sometimes but he's doing alright." Juliet wasn't surprised.
"And Mum, what about Benny? I saw him when he came to London on holiday a few years back." Gnomeo asked.
"He's good. Unfortunetly, his family is up in Maine, visiting his wife's family but I told him you were coming and he's come up personally to see you." Lady Bluebury told him.
"Aw, that's great!" Gnomeo smiled. "Maybe he'd like to go to some of our old spots, for old times sake."
"I'm sure he would." Lady Bluebury replied. "You'll see him at the ball tomorrow."
"This ball will be a great opportunity to see all the old people again!" Lord Redbrick exclaimed. "All the old business men and the socialites. Well the ones that are still on the scene. More likely you'll meet their children, the next generation." Lady Bluebury said. "It will be just like old times."
Will it? Gnomeo wondered. And is "just like old times" good or bad?
"It will remind you what you loved about this city." Lord Redbrick added. Gnomeo looked at Juliet quizzically. Were their parents trying to get them to move back?
"There were things we loved about here, but there are also things we love about London." Juliet explained, gently.
"I know what you think of it here, but you watch out and Violet will find herself an American suitor. Goodness knows, there are plenty of them." Lady Bluebury said loudly.
Violet felt her cheeks grow pink and smiled even though she wanted to scream on the inside.
"Violet has many suitors in England too." Juliet added. This was getting weirder by the second for her.
"Lucky girl." Lord Redbrick commented. "She'll make a good match"
"Um, excuse me I have to use the powder room." Violet finally interjected, needing an excuse to flee for a bit.
"Of course, darling. Do you want me to come with you so you know where it is?" Juliet asked. Violet saw the hope in her mother's eyes but didn't want to talk to her.
"I saw it on the way in." She fibbed.
"Alright." Her mother replied and Violet trotted out of the room. Once she was out of their sight, she could breathe. She didn't know what to think. Did she like these people? Was she uncomfortable? Not knowing where to go, she went through a door and found herself in the garden. Red flowers jumped out at her and she couldn't help but admire the stone fountains and little benches. Sitting on one nearby, she cradled her head in her hands, gently pushing on her temples trying to calm down a little.
"Excuse me Miss, but are you alright?" An umfamilar voice startled her.
"I'm fine." She answered before looking up at the dark haired young man who stood over her.
"Are you sure?" He asked. She couldn't help but notice his piercing blue eyes that seemed to just know things.
"Y-yes." She stammered. "I just needed some air."
"I'm not surprised, honestly I couldn't have lasted through that conversation in there." He replied. She noticed his strong arms beneath his shirt. All her senses felt suddenly heightened.
"You were listening?" She replied. "That's pretty bold to be eavesdropping."
He shrugged and smirked but still looked kind. "I couldn't resist. I mean I've been hearing about this grand reunion for weeks."
"People are talking about this?" Violet realized that her family might be the talk of the town.
"Oh I don't know, I'm not, I'm not, part of that. High society I mean." Violet noticed his insecurity and was surprised. He seemed upper class.
"I work for Lady Bluebury, I do all the odd jobs, stable stuff." He told her.
"That's interesting," She replied.
He smiled, "She's been talking about it for weeks and I just became very curious about the famous "Violet Rose."
"So you already know who I am?" Violet asked, skeptically, her mouth turning up at the sides.
His smile caught hers. "Is that so much of a bad thing?"
Her heart fluttered. "Maybe, but maybe not."
"I think maybe not." He told her.
"So you know who I am but I don't know who you are?" She clarified. "That hardly seems fair."
"I'm Jack Rhodes" He extended his hand and she took it. "Now you know who I am."
"It's nice to meet you, Jack." Violet replied with a smile. She stood up and glanced toward the house.
"I should go back or else they'll start to worry." She told him, reminded of her duty.
"You're leaving so soon?" He asked. "This is the start of a beautiful friendship."
"I hope so. It was a pleasure meeting you." Violet said, cooly.
"No, I assure you that the pleasure is all mine." He told her, combing his fingers through his thick and dark hair. Violet smiled and looked away.
"I'll see you around?" She couldn't help but ask, hopefully.
"Count on it!" He called as she walked away, her skirts in hand.
Violet returned to the stuffy living room feeling very much better. The way he looked at her made her feel so different inside. Like warm and sparkly and alive. It was the memory of his crooked grin that got through the dinner and dessert at the large oak table. It was the way his distinct and deep blue eyes had pierced hers that helped her watch her grandfather dramatically haul himself up from his chair to hug his daughter and granddaughter. It was the lightness of their conversation that she replayed in her head as she rode back to Nanette's. She didn't know what it was about this boy. Normally, she wouldn't even think twice about an encounter with a servant but for some reason he wouldn't leave her head. She felt silly. It would never become anything, she'd never see him again. They were too different as it was. But still, the conversation filled her with a warm glow that seemed to start from the inside out.
"Well, it could have gone worse." Gnomeo finally spoke as they were laying in bed.
"Yeah. I was just terrified the whole time." Juliet told him.
"I was too." He admitted. "But they weren't any worse than I expected."
"My dad seemed okay. Not great but I thought it was worse." She said.
"My mother didn't overdo herself either. I appreciated that." Gnomeo observed.
"We missed them, didn't we?" Juliet accepted.
"Yeah. They're our parents after all." Gnomeo said, reminding her of one of the main reasons for this trip.
"Violet seemed alright, I wanted to talk to her about it but she seemed to be in her head, you know how she gets." Juliet told him.
"She just takes a while to process things so that they make sense in her world." He replied, bringing her closer.
"And a ball? I mean what was my dad trying to do?" Juliet couldn't help but scoff.
"It will be like any other ball, don't worry. We've been through the worst of them. Heck, I attended your engagement ball for Paris. I did that, we can do this easily." Gnomeo said, trying to make her feel better. Juliet smiled and kissed his rough cheek.
"I suppose you're right."
"Maybe we could visit the old Lawerence place." Gnomeo offered. Juliet felt her insides get warm with happy memories.
"I would like that, very very much." She whispered as sleep and his arms enveloped her.
The happy glow that Violet had felt lasted until the next evening as Violet was laced into her gown for the famed ball. It was winter white with royal purple flowers embroidered on it. The flowers started at the top and made their way down the frothy skirts. Her hair was half up and half down and she had purple fake flowers in her hair. She seemed to be covered in glittery powder. As she reached for her long silken gloves, she sighed. Tonight was going to be scary. Violet wasn't naturally outgoing and tended to shy away from being the center of attention. This wasn't something she would willingly do.
"Are you ready to go?" Her mother's voice startled her. Juliet wore a lilac dress with silken skirts that shined. The lace collar and sleeves highlighted Juliet's still nice figure and her hair was up with slight ringlets that framed her face. The purple was a nice contrast to the immediate draw to Juliet's emerald eyes.
"Yeah, I think so. Ready as I will ever be anyways," Violet offered.
"Good. That's good. You look beautiful." Juliet was always amazed at Violet's distinct beauty that was so different from her own. Sometimes she couldn't believe that she and Gnomeo had created this perfect person.
"Thanks so do you." Violet replied with a gracious smile.
"Well hurry down, we are going to follow Nanette and Poppy's carriage." Juliet told her.
"I'm coming now." Violet said, lifting her skirts.
Violet followed her mother down the stairs and found Nanette and Poppy waiting. Nanette wore a olive green conservative gown which really differed from Poppy's bold off the shoulder red one. Violet sensed that Poppy really enjoyed making a statement. She hadn't said many words to Poppy so far but she had no reason to dislike her. She certainly didn't seem as tempermental as Nanette's letters would lead one who didn't know better to think.
Finally, Gnomeo bustled down the stairs, his blonde hair slicked and combed. He was still adjusting his cuff links and Juliet good-naturedly fixed his black tie. Then they were ready to go.
When they arrived, guests in fancy clothes were already streaming in. Violet dismounted and took in the bustling scene. Her parents were right that this ball spared no expense.
As they walked inside, she took in the ornate ceilings and the large rooms with marble floors and glowing lights and red flowers and important people that made the large empty rooms feel useful and more intimate.
Suddenly, she felt a grip on her arm. It was Poppy.
"Stay with me." She ordered through her teeth.
"I'm sorry?" Violet replied as Poppy lead her forward.
"You need a friend, don't you? A guide? You need me and I'm going to help you." Poppy said with all matter-of-factness.
"Look you don't have to make me some charity case." Violet started but Poppy shook her head.
"You're not. You're my friend. You can't go in there alone and blind."
"We're friends?" Violet confirmed, surprised.
"Yes!" Poppy sighed, seemingly exasperated. "Of course we're friends! Now let's go!"
"Lead the way." Violet told her as they entered the grand ballroom, the main event of the evening. The girls were greeted by Lord Redbrick who was greeting everyone at the doors. Violet was relieved and surprised he had the stamina to be doing that.
"Ah Miss Poppy and dear Violet!" He exclaimed when he saw them.
"Hello, sir." Poppy replied and Violet smiled her kindest smile.
"I'm glad you're here." He said, mostly to Violet. "Now go in and enjoy yourself!"
"Thank you!" Poppy called loudly causing people to stare a little.
Of course as soon as Violet got away from her grandfather, her grandmother was right there to greet her, dressed in a pastel blue gown with a sparkling bodice and many bows.
"My darling granddaughter!" She exclaimed. "You are so beautiful! You look wonderful! And so do you, Miss Poppy."
"Thank you." The girls chorused before Poppy dragged Violet away.
"Sheesh, you're quite the center of attention." Poppy observed, raising a thin eyebrow.
"It's just my grandparents. They haven't seen me since I was a baby so they're a little over the top." Violet replied.
"Yeah, that's pretty weird. For you." Poppy agreed.
Poppy lead them over to a small couch where girls around their age were sitting. It reminded Violet of the balls back home. She sort of wished that Priscilla and Penelope were here.
"Poppy Davenport?" A girl with silky blonde hair and an indigo dress exclaimed.
"Hey!" Poppy exclaimed in a voice that was too high and peppy to be her real voice.
"You look lovely! Red is such a bold color but you look so good!" The girl continued, lightly hugging Poppy. "And who is this with you?"
"Right. This is Violet Bluebury." Poppy gestured to Violet.
"Bluebury as in Lady Bluebury?" The girl asked.
"Yes that's her grandmother and Lord Redbrick is her grandfather!" Poppy told her.
"Oh wait, I know who you are now! I'm Camille DeSheptan, nice to meet you." Camille exclaimed.
"You too." Violet replied.
"Violet this is Eliza Dixon, Greta Mariandea, and Emmaline Tate." Poppy said, gesturing to the three girls on the couch in pastel dresses.
"Nice to meet you." Violet repeated.
"So you're from London right? I can tell by your accent." A brunette in yellow who Violet thought was Eliza asked.
"Yes. We're visiting my family." Violet answered.
"Did your parents really leave because their parents didn't approve?" A mousy girl who Violet thought was Emmaline asked, her head behind her fan.
"Well yes but there was a lot of reasons, it wasn't just that." Violet did not enjoy the interrogation.
"Enough questions!" Poppy exclaimed. "Also where are the boys?"
"They were yachting this morning." Camille sighed. "But Violet, we're really are happy you're here."
Violet smiled. "Thanks."
Suddenly Violet noticed a pack of guys around their age, laughing and messing around with each other. Those must be the boys that Poppy meant, she thought. They reminded her of the boys back home. One even looked like Joseph. Violet hadn't even thought about Joseph once on this trip until now.
"Can you be on your own for a little bit? I want to get to Henry Carsone before Eliza does." Poppy said slyly in Violet's ear.
"Go ahead." Violet said. "I need to go get a drink anyway."
Violet got up with Poppy and said she'd catch up with the other girls later. However, Poppy went to Henry and Violet went up the stairs. She was sure she heard the boys asking who she was but she didn't feel like doing another round of introductions. Hopefully Poppy would handle it.
The ballroom was surrounded by a balcony so if you were up there you could see the whole ballroom. Violet watched the dancing and the talking for a moment before taking a glass of champagne from a waiters tray. She thought she spotted her parents from so far up. As she strode along she noticed that the wall had some doors. Curious and not ready to go back to the commotion, she opened one. Suprisingly, it lead to a balcony. She felt soothed by the cool night air on her shoulders. Slowly, she slipped down the stairs and into the garden. The night lilies bloomed and she casually picked one, twirling the stem in her fingers.
"You're not supposed to pick those. They're quite rare."
Her heart jumped. "I'm so sorry!" She cried, turning around. But her panic faded when she saw who it was.
"Jack?"
"Violet! I thought it was you." He smiled with a hint of confidence.
"You scared me!" She told him. She didn't realize she was still clutching the lily.
"I'm sorry. It's just y-you, you look really beautiful tonight." He replied.
Violet felt her cheeks turn pink. "Thank you." He smiled and there was a pause of silence.
"What are you doing here?" She asked.
"I drove Lady Bluebury's carriage here." Jack explained. "I'm just waiting for this thing to finish up."
"This thing happens to be a very big deal for my family." Violet told him.
"If it's so important to you than why are you here?" He asked. He was very close to her now.
"I don't know. I just needed a little breather, that's all." She couldn't look away from him even though she wanted to.
"Are you feeling better now?" He asked.
"Yes." She said, her heart pounding.
"Good." His voice was low and then he leaned in and without realizing it, she leaned in too. His lips met hers and their kiss was gentle at first but then something rose up inside of her and the kiss deepened until she was against the wall, her hands on his cheeks, his hands on her waist. It was like this animal had just come alive inside her. She pulled away suddenly.
He looked up like a sad puppy and she could hardly resist his eyes.
"This is so wrong." She whispered even though it had been so wonderful.
"Why is this wrong, are you seeing someone else?" He asked.
She thought of Joseph and how he wouldn't even kiss her that night. "No."
"Then what?" He wanted to know.
"I don't know it's just I'm me and you're you." She said unable to say something smart.
"What's that got to do with anything?" Jack was smiling now.
"I don't know! This-this isn't me, I don't kiss random carriage boys in gardens at parties!" She couldn't help but laugh. "And no one has kissed me like that before."
"Did you enjoy it?" He asked slyly. Violet knew she shouldn't but she couldn't help but give in to his charming and witty banter.
"Yes. Very much. But I have to go." She told him. "I've been gone too long as it is. People will start to wonder if something happened to me."
"Must you though?" He almost begged.
"Goodbye Jack.' She told him.
"I'll see you soon Miss Violet." He said, cordially.
"I look forward to it." She smiled. "And please, only call me Miss Violet if my grandparents are watching." As she walked away she realized that one of the fake flowers must have fallen out of her hair from the heat of the moment. She hoped it wasn't obvious.
When she got back inside, Poppy found her almost instantly.
"Where did you go?" Poppy asked
"Outside for a while, just a stroll in the garden, but I've been in here a while, looking for you." Part of this was true but part of it was a lie.
"Yeah sorry about that, people to see, things to do." Poppy told her.
"It was no problem, I saw my parents." She told her.
"Oh I see, your mother looks gorgeous by the way, much prettier than my mom that's for sure." Poppy commented. Violet shook her head.
"By the way, the boys were asking about you but trust me you don't want any of them except maybe Matthew Stantanimous. He'd be good for you. Do you want me to set you up?" Poppy babbled.
"Um, no thanks, not right now anyway." Violet said, trying to get out of her head, replaying the scene that had just happened to her.
"How was Henry?" It was a common Violet trick. Turn the conversation away from yourself with a question about the other person. It was amazing how people could talk about themselves.
"He's good. We danced and then I met him behind the staircase so we could be alone." She said it like it was no big deal. Violet almost wanted to tell her about Jack but didn't. Violet spent the rest of the dance sitting with the other girls occasionally dancing with a few of the boys who were asking everyone to dance. As the last strands of music faded out and Poppy went to say goodbye to Henry, Violet found her parents. Of course, her grandparents were nearby.
"Violet, there you are! We were just about to find you to leave." Her mother said.
"Perfect timing then." Violet replied.
"Thanks for hosting this, Dad." Juliet said, gently hugging her father. "I'm sure it was a lot for you to do, especially in your condition."
"It was nothing." Redbrick replied. "I'll see you all tomorrow for dinner at Lady Bluebury's."
They waved goodbye and as they walked out, Violet noticed that Lady Bluebury was there too, at Gnomeo's side. We will probably see Jack, Violet realized. She wondered what he would do. As they came to the line of carriages, she saw him, the reigns in his hands. They made eye contact and he smiled. She smiled too but afraid of being obvious, looked away. She was lifted into the carriage and her glimpse was gone. Poppy and Nanette were already waiting and as they rode towards home, Violet replayed the kiss and the encounter over and over in her head.
"I hope you girls enjoyed yourselves tonight." Her dad said, breaking the settling quiet.
"Oh yes, it was quite lovely." Violet told him, honestly.
"I assumed so as we barely saw you the whole night! I figured you must be having fun." Juliet smiled. Violet noticed Poppy eyeing her curiously.
"It was fun." Violet replied.
"And darling, there's a flower missing from your hair!" Her mother continued.
"Oh!" Violet was glad it was dark enough that her flushed face couldn't be seen. "It must have fallen out."
"Silly things." Juliet sighed. The carriage soon arrived at home and they all got out.
"I'll see you guys in the morning!" Nanette said, hugging all three of them one by one.
"Mama? Can Violet dine with me tomorrow morning?" Poppy asked to Violet's surprise.
"Of course if Violet wants to." Nanette replied.
"Violet you want to right?" Poppy asked.
"Sure!" Violet answered not sure where this was coming from. Her few days here had told her that Poppy wasn't a morning person.
"Good because we have so much to talk about. From this night, I mean." And with that, Poppy walked off and Violet had no choice but to spend the night thinking on two things. One, what did Poppy want? Had she seen the kiss with Jack? And secondly, when and how was she ever going to see Jack again and why couldn't she stop falling for this American worker?
i know the plot seems predictable now but this not just a rich girl and a poor guy, there is much more to Jack and a lot more drama headed your way eventually. Hope you liked it, please review or follow or favorite and enjoy what is left of summer! xoxoxo- lorelibelle54
