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Well, as you know, the prologue is officially done. I'm glad at that, too. God, it went so fast. You'll notice that I'm updating extremely often. It's Spring Break, so that's the only reason. Once school picks back up, the updates will only come seldom. I dread that to happen. I'm literally already on the edge of my seat for this story.
Also, the action isn't coming just yet. This chapter literally just describes Massie's formal life and the biggest event of it. It also describes what her brothers have accomplished in those years being. It's set twelve years later so let's recap: Massie Block is now 27, Spencer Block is 30, along with Derrick Harrington, Adam Block is 32 and Aiden Block 33. I realized I never gave any ages away, so there you go. Steve Brenner was a character in the other story, and I felt like he was a bit vital to get rid of, so he's in this one as well.
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Ah, England. The beautiful land of England. Accompanying her in the land was the Queen.
Yes, the Queen of England was about to sit and eat dinner with Massie Block. The moment Massie was given the offer, it didn't take but a second to accept.
It was the Queen's granddaughter, Eleanor's, birthday. Twenty first to be exact. So, obviously, it was a big deal.
Massie was called on such short notice, as the party was only a mere three days away. Luckily, she happened to be in Venice, Italy working on a fashion show for her new line of clothing.
She was big on the charts of the fashion industry, and had been for three years now. She was rarely home, but didn't mind, considering neither were any of her three brothers.
Spencer Block was only a local American tourist. He did travel, but only though America. He kept in college up until twenty-seven then he decided to do studies on his own. He like to visit everywhere worth seeing and do reports and blogs on his visits. You could definitely say he was just a fancy hipster considering he carried around his own briefcase.
Adam Block was touring as well, but alike his sister, he was all over the world. His drumming skills were noticed by his friends and at twenty-two, they formed a band. After a few local performances, they hit it big time. They were an overnight sensation. Literally. They named themselves the Overnight Sensations, OS for short.
And Aiden Block had no formal job. He did travel, though. Only to hop between his younger siblings to often check up and keep up with their lives as well. He did like to stay home in the tiny town of Westchester, though. He usually had to go back and stay awhile to take care of the house and the old Spelter twins across the street. He visited them often and he would usually go to them when he felt alone, which was often. He felt abandoned by his siblings, but nonetheless, he couldn't have been any more proud of any of them. They liked what they did, and he knew that. Massie would send him the latest men trends to the house and some money. Spencer often showed up to the house with gifts he'd pick up from somewhere in Baltimore or Vegas. Aiden hardly talked to Adam anymore.
No one but Massie had really heard from him.
Massie kept in close touch with him. Sometimes, they would find out where each other were, just to see each other while he was on break from touring and she wasn't too busy with designing clothes.
But she still often missed him when he wasn't around.
And she knew in her heart that he regretted not keeping in touch with his brothers. Judging from the visits she often tried to pay the other two, she knew they had missed him dearly. But she never told them about seeing him often, mostly because the topic rarely came up, and it would break their hearts.
Aside from a hard family life, Massie's couldn't be happier with her career life. She had everything she had dreamed of since her first Ralph Lauren tote.
She was a fashion designer. And a good and well-known one at that. Not only is she pursuing the dream she thought was impossible to carry out, she gets invited to such formal events that only help her with fame. Not that she wanted to be arrogant, but she loved the attention more than anything. It was refreshing to be in the spotlight, and it kept her going.
Massie wore a Bensoni one-shoulder red dress. It was floor length and had a slit up the side to show her long and flawless legs. She had on Penkov beige platforms along with a Gucci clutch and hot diamond accessories.
The woman who called to invite Massie, Lita, as the Queen had instructed, told her to show up with a guest of her choice. She asked her dear friend, Steve Brenner and knew he was sure to impress with his big blue-gray eyes and blond silky hair. She had no intentions of having and romantic relations with Brenner, as he was a close family friend of several years. He was Spencer's age and often hung out with Adam and Massie, of course.
That night, Brenner, suit and red tie, lead his acquaintance into dining hall of the Westminster Abbey. The moment they walked into the mansion-like room, all heads turned to Massie, as they always did in her presence.
She held he chin up a bit, showing she was strictly business. Holding onto Brenner's elbow, she showed she was also unavailable, which she knew was untrue, but with all the English men with their eyes settled on her glowing legs, she show them she wasn't up for sleeping around, which she rarely did anyways.
"Miss Windsor, it is beyond my pleasure to be able to attend to this event," Massie said, withholding a smile.
"Oh my god. Massie Block. Owner of Block fashions. Nay for it to be your honor, it's mine. I'm a huge fan of your work. And, please, call me Eleanor," the Queen's granddaughter said. Massie could tell very well that Eleanor was a fan. She recognized her own Block strapless navy blue cocktail dress Eleanor wore around her tiny bodice.
"Thank you Miss Windsor," Massie said, disobeying her wish to get informal. "That means a lot coming from someone with such a reputation as you. I'd also like to bid you a happy birthday."
Eleanor squealed with excitement and pulled Massie into a hug, which Massie happily returned.
"Thank you so much Massie Block," she said in her darling British accent. Eleanor released Massie and headed to her own seat at the other end of the dining hall.
"You sure know how to make an impression," Brenner said wrapping his arm around Massie's waist.
"Keep your pants on, Steve. We're in public," Massie teased.
Brenner took hold of her hand and pressed his lips softly to it before walking her over to their seats. All around the large table were people from all around the world. Massie was the only designer there. But there were rock stars, big business name people and a few chefs, as Massie noticed.
A tiny Lancelot approached Eleanor and her mother, whispering something in their ears. The table was too large for anyone to overhear what he had said.
"That's quite alright," Dorinda, the Queen's only daughter said. She was probably in her late forties, but still looked in her twenties. Massie couldn't help but wonder her secret to looking so fabulous. Dorinda stood and tapped her wine glass with her butter knife and the room fell silent.
"Welcome, everyone. I want to thank everyone for coming, as it is a very special day for Eleanor." With that, Eleanor stood up and everyone applauded. Dorinda continued. "My mother-in-law, Elizabeth will sadly not be joining us today. She had private business to take care of, but we still thank you all for being here today to celebrate young Eleanor's birthday. Please take whatever food you wish to eat, and try not to criticize our beloved chef," she laughed as a joke to all the chefs in the room, who laughed along with her. She and her daughter sat down and everyone began passing around the food.
"Well that's disappointing. You really wanted to meet the queen," Brenner said, handing Massie the rolls.
"I'm sure everyone here really only came for that," Massie admitted. "The Queen is everyone's good shot at publicity."
"Mass, you're already bigger than the president of the United States. The last thing you need is more publicity," Brenner said settling a large scoop of pulled pork onto his plate.
"I'm not talking about me. I'm talking about all the other big name people here who looked upset at the announcement of the Queen's absence," Massie said.
"Oh, my bad. I didn't know you decided to leave your arrogance back at the hotel," Brenner said in a sarcastic tone.
Massie gaped at him. "I didn't know your grabbed your assiness on the way out."
Brenner only laughed at her comment.
Everyone ate and held leisurely talk with one another. Massie got to know a few stars that had toured with her brother before. She was sure to let them know that Adam was her brother, so they didn't get any unholy thoughts while looking at her chest.
Brenner was also delighted to let them know that she didn't come alone. Massie didn't mind, but she was appalled at the fact that she had once dated the prick. He was rude, stubborn and a huge pain in the ass, but alas, no woman coud resist his delightful charm and big blue eyes. But Massie still didn't know why she dated the guy.
They were one of those couples who, no matter how much they fought, everyone knew they would get back together.
About after a year of their on-again-off-again relationship, they both decided it was best if they just be friends.
Okay, she thought it was best if they were just friends. Brenner was convinced he was in love with Massie. But she knew he was only hypnotized by her looks. And she didn't say that because she was conceded. She said it because she knew it was true.
Steve was utterly shallow, and anyone who really knew him, knew that Massie's charming looks were the only reason he 'loved' her.
Despite her almost hatred towards the man, she had no one else to accompany her to her big events, so she always called him up.
Steve Brenner still lived in Westchester. He usually occupied his time in Massie's local shop (I got the shop from the other story. I really want to keep most of the other story's significant things and parts) which she opened to get her fashion career going. Once she announced she would need help keeping up with it, he offered in a heartbeat, thinking he would win his way to her heart, but she left him just as fast as he said yes, and that broke his heart. But despite her leaving, he wanted to sincerely help her out.
And plus, he was practically traveling around the world with her.
She kept inside her mind that when she invited him, it was strictly out of business. She wanted to let everyone know he was only her business partner, nothing more. But he wouldn't let her.
Brenner, being his stubborn, hard-headed self, he told her to bite her tongue, and he would take no front answer, but Massie had no choice but to give in. She needed him for her business. If he left, she knew she wouldn't have been so successful. So, she held in her words to the numerous men who asked. But she did say they were simply friends and that he insisted she not go alone.
As soon as the clock struck three in the morning, and Massie was surrounded by many alcohol-driven Brits, she decided it was time to go.
"Oh my gosh, Mzz Block. I still can't believe you came," Eleanor said, slurring her words and struggling to stand up.
She did just turn twenty-one, so Massie knew why she was probably the one most wasted.
"You really need- *hiccup*. Massie, you've got to come again sometime," Eleanor said.
"Well, I most certainly will have to look at my schedule. Happy Birthday again, Miss Windsor," Massie uttered, giving Eleanor a bow of her head.
And without a word, Eleanor's face turned pale green and she ran to the nearest bathroom.
"First timer," Brenner said with an amused grin.
"It is her twenty-first birthday after all. Sadly, it's not one she'll remember," Massie joked. "I'll be damned if I could ever remember mine." That made Brenner and herself laugh.
"It's awfully late. We should go now," he said sliding his arm around his waist for the hundredth time that night.
"Yes, I'm so tired. Who knew these types of people knew hoe to party so hard?"
As they walked out, Brenner kept his arm around her in quite a possessive manner and hugged it tighter every time he saw some bastard looking at her legs, breasts, or backside.
Once they were outside, her long time worker, Amir was standing outside their limo, waiting for them to open the door for them.
"How was it, Miss Block?" he asked kind-heartedly.
She smiled in return. "Just fantastic. And how was your visit at the chapel across the street?" Amir was much like her brother, Spencer. He held a keen interest in old or new buildings that looked worth seeing.
"It's gorgeous, Miss Block. But not as gorgeous as you," he reassured her playfully. He opened the door and awaited for the couple to step in, but Massie only let out a gasp and a ear-piercing scream.
So like I said before, I'm keeping a lot of the things from the other story. Again, this is pretty much a remake. It has all the same things almost, just a few different thinks. But, hey! Ain't that the goodness in a remake? If you haven't read the other story, then you probably have no idea what I'm talking about, but it's okay.
Anyways, like I said at the top, it's currently Spring Break. I have every intention of updating as often as I can, but after it's over, I'll probably only get the chance over the weekends. Maybe. See, my family shares our laptop and I have to sneak downstairs every night to get it. And let me tell ya, it's DARK out there! I feel like I'm risking my life. Not only because of the dark, but also because my parents would kill me if they knew I was taking it every night. But I am saving up to get my own laptop, whether my parents like it or not.
So as far as updating goes, I have no idea how things are going to go actually. I'll be sure to apologize when it takes forever, though. Pink Promise (:
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