Darling Daughters

Chapter Seventeen

 

When the sun rose on the day of the debutante ball Elizabeth and Summer were feeling hopeful. Summer and Elizabeth had been stealing moments to do paperwork to access the accounts attached the buildings.

It was a rush, a chaotic rush for both girls that day, when they picked Zach and Simon up they were trying to calm their nerves enough. Even when they arrived at the building for the ball they felt the intensity of their anxiety. When they split from one another to different areas of the building Summer and Elizabeth had to wait in the debutante girls waiting area. Summer and Elizabeth helped one another with their dresses and their hair. They quietly observed the other girls amidst the cloud of hairspray and debates over lipsticks, lip glosses and nail varnishes.

In a darker corner a few of the girls were grimacing as they drank shots in an attempt to calm their nerves. Something Elizabeth wouldn’t have minded doing herself. Elizabeth pointed out a girl to Summer, the girl was having a meltdown due to her lipstick being a bit too pink.

It took a while for the girls to be ushered into the hallway with their appropriate gather or in Elizabeth and Summer’s case, grandfather. One by one they were called down the staircase. Elizabeth lead the way as she emerged on the staircase, Summer peered after her. Elizabeth seemed to glide down the staircase, Summer couldn’t help but register the smile on Simon’s face as he waited to receive her. He seemed to beam, it couldn’t have been more of a perfect smile for him, even if he had that furrow in his brow, perhaps he was more nervous than he let on.

Soon it was Summer’s turn, her mind raced but she kept her face in that structured smile. She avoided locking eyes with anyone. Her heart raced, what would she do with the way she felt now Zach was in her eye line. He was smiling and beaming at her, and the smile she wore felt false. She was nervous, her hand was shaking when he took it. Continue reading

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The Diary of Elliot Parker

.: Entry Ninety-Two :.

My name is Elliot Parker and recently I have been spending more time with Dyl. That hasn’t come without issues though. None of those issues come from Dyl.

I know I have been a bit more distant with Adrian. But with that distance comes issues of its own. He sent me a message the other day about going on that weekend away for a pampering and I realised I didn’t feel comfortable going if the expectation of me was for sex. I know I shouldn’t look at him, about the trip like that. But it brings about its own issues. So anyway I called him when he asked to try to sort out the date and such and he got a bit distracted that I was on my way out for dinner after work and wouldn’t be able to call him when I got back because of the time difference. I got a text a few minutes later after hanging up, that it sounded like I was going on a date. So it wasn’t really a date in the strictest terms, I was going to see Dyl yes, but it was an on the fly “hey wanna come over for dinner tonight, I’m ordering Chinese” and we ended up watching a movie and we fell asleep.

I do care about Adrian, I do want him to be happy, I don’t want to hurt him. I asked him flat out where I stood with him before and he just responded with “just do what makes you happy”. Way for stuff I say to him to bite me on the ass, he was being evasive. That’s fine, but if that is the attitude he wants to take when I am asking him where I stand then I suppose I have my answer rather than take a chance. I am all about taking chances and risks and going for what I want. So I suppose my frustration has always been palpable when I know what I want I just go for it and enjoy it.

Ok back to it, so Adrian had sent the message about being on a date and I said it was dinner out, but I have been asked on a date and that I wanted to talk to him properly. He sort-of got a little defensive, like seriously, the friends with benefits situation is what he bloody well wanted. Except now, I don’t want the benefits if you catch my drift. It put me in a mood because that conversation felt like a hornet’s nest had been kicked. I mean I haven’t exactly talked to or messaged him since, it’s been like three days, which given his recent consistent increased messages up until that day was a bit weird. So I did just send a message asking how he is doing and how his coursework is going. His response? That he will call tonight (late afternoon/early evening for me). I’m not sure I will actually get that call though. I’m not sure what I will say.

I kind of feel like giving up, because no matter what I know that it won’t matter in the long run because whatever is meant to be will come about and there is nothing I need to do.

My name is Elliot Parker and spending that time with Dyl feels good. It feels relaxed like I can be my goofy self and it’s ok. I don’t have to try to be perfect or try to fit into someone’s image of me. I like spending time with Dyl. We try to fit time with each other in, although, that being said, we normally fit it around food which is ok.

So yesterday I agreed to a date after work sometime in the next few days. I’m kind of nervous, sounds stupid because I already know we get on pretty good, and he does seem to be a lovely gentleman to me. But a date-date. Like I need to wear something sort of nice, it is after work I know, but I still gotta put on something cute after work, I need to find an outfit that will work.

Truth be told, I have been trying to work out how I feel more often now, trying to focus on positives and work on knowing with clarity how I feel because I love how clarity feels. So yes, I have started writing letters, there is six at the moment, I know I’ve dated them, I keep them in a shoe box, in that shoe box is me trying to work out how I feel or a message about something that has happened in relation to Dyl and it is my new way of figuring myself out. I am trying to navigate these new feelings, rather than talk them through with girlfriends, there is only one I talk to for advice reliantly. I suppose I just hope those letters aren’t found and read, especially not by Dyl, not right now at least, could you imagine the awkwardness that that would bring?

Mind you at this rate, if things keep going well, I might need another writing set. I just thought it would be a good thing to do, for myself. I suppose I want to increase the positive happy stuff that makes me happy. Dyl keeps joking about finding and reading my diary, little does he know, he probably will never read this, the awkward diary of trying to navigate my emotions. The awkwardness of me trying to figure out this deliberate creation stuff.

I can’t wait to see what I end up manifesting next, I am enjoying the working things out part of deciding what I want to do, I am enjoying choosing what I want. I know where I want to be, what I want my impossible dreams to be. I am ready for impossible dreams to come true. I like how it feels, I like how I feel as a deliberate creator, I just wonder how I got here sometimes.

Author Update (February 2018)

2018 has been great so far… Already had a few ups and downs but that is bound to happen I am sure.

Well, safe to say its been a pretty tame-ish February, I haven’t done nearly as much writing as I did in January but I am sure that will change. Kind of fell off the writing wagon again and got distracted by all things that can be classed as procrastination.

 

The latest binge watching on Netflix? I am still watching Grimm which is a bit addictive but not one that I can watch late at night. Late night viewing is reserved for watching the Gilmore Girls… But with new Jane the Virgin I have been mixing it up a bit. Yup you can see how I have been hit by the procrastination fairy…

So Guitar has been so very little progress but I am learning Perfect by Ed Sheeran  which is hard, its one that I chose because it has a little sentimental value to it… I am absolutely rubbish at this one, but it is one I want to (no pun intended) get perfect.

Social life? Yep I indulged in a real one this month, probably explains the no writing thing. I got to go ice -skating. Which as fun as it is, absolutely murders your feet. Its still one of those fun things to dabble in once in a while. Makes life a little exciting.

I have been toying with some more writing ideas though… Mainly in the shower when they occur and I seem to almost never do anything about them, mainly because they are always incredibly complicated and require many rewrites. Maybe one will stick.

Nothing changes here in terms of throwing plugs in for my amazon books on my author page

May luck and adventure be on your side!

Darling Daughters

Chapter Sixteen

 

The next few days passed in a hectic blur. The girls both had to balance work, school work, homework and preparations for the debutante ball. Without the looming threat of Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. There never seemed to be enough hours in the day and they looked and felt exhausted.

Thursday morning saw Summer reach across her table to turn her alarm off to find a hot cup of coffee scald her fingertips instead of the alarm button. Summer jolted awake and saw the figure sat at the end of the bed, Elizabeth. Elizabeth stood and turned the alarm off silently and pointed at the kitchen.

Summer followed Elizabeth into the kitchen and her jaw dropped, before them was a beautifully restored kitchen with sparkling new appliances. Everything seemed to be a balance of the notes they had made and left on the counter top during their arguments of what it should look like. It had somehow turned into a kitchen that voiced both of them equally. Most importantly the question on both of their minds, “how the hell did this happen? When did this happen?”

Summer’s phone rang, on the other end was Stuart. He asked them how they liked the new kitchen, he had the men fit it yesterday while they were out. Summer opened the fridge door, it was full stocked for the first time. With a lot of healthy products. Elizabeth had begun to make breakfast by the time Summer came off the phone from thanking them.

Summer had a moment to herself, locked in her bedroom after breakfast scanning a document from the file that had been relegated to the box again after the arrival of their grandfathers. That file contained deeds to an apartment block, in her name. Summer examined the dates, her birthday, behind it attached with a paper clip was a letter from Archie. Archie had transferred the building in her name, and provided that the excesses and profits were deposited into the attached account with all tax, insurance and maintenance already removed. Summer found herself undecided whether to laugh or cry. Suddenly it felt like an overwhelming weight was sat on her chest. Continue reading

The Diary of Elliot Parker

.: Entry Ninety-One :.

My name is Elliot Parker; I think that it is at last happened. It has taken some time, ok a long time, but Adrian’s notifications don’t make me feel like they used to, I don’t get very excited or very nervous. It’s more an “oh its Adrian” or “oh its Adrian again” and occasionally when I am frustrated and tired I think “what does he want?” but that is very big change all the same. In honesty, I no longer hang on the messages and conversations the way I used to. I suppose that is why I have noticed an increase in the messages or calls to just “catch up and see how it is going”. It sounds stupid I know, to notice these things. But it seems the messages or calls come through when I am mostly happy and relaxed, and often when I am spending time with Dyl.

Yes, I have been spending more time with Dyl. Which sort of corresponds with the happy relaxed-ness that has been increasing steadily. I know it sounds strange, but I just like spending time with him and hanging out in his company, I don’t feel so worried about things, I just feel more in the moment and more comfortable. I guess I didn’t anticipate what it would be like to be in someone’s company who just naturally puts me at ease without trying. He shows me the things that I had been wanting. Someone willing to fantasize about a future, an ideal. So I am looking forward to that first official date.

It started as a for fun friendship. Well, something started to change and that golden rule was broken, no getting feelings. I suppose it would have been very hard to not develop feelings for him. Dyl seems to have cracked the hard outer shell. We seem to just want to spend time together. I know I tend to hope that the schedules align more than once in a week, if just to spend a few hours in each other’s company… sometimes, I catch myself watching him from the corner of my eye. It’s like we seem to be drawn to each other even at work, I can’t help but want to steal a few moments chatting and flirting.

It’s easy to get lost in sensations sometimes. The way he holds my hand and our fingers intertwine or the way he smiles when he kisses me. The hopeful idealistic chats of a future without limits.

It’s been a few weeks of getting to know each other and making that time to talk and get to know each other.

Plus, I suppose there is one thing I shouldn’t be aware of just yet that I have been told, it’s a work thing though. We get mystery spies come by and rate us at work, ok so “spies” does make it sound much cooler. Well I got 100% which is really good I just need to keep that up. I think when it comes to work I have been getting what I want more often than not. I think when this contract extension ends I would like a new contract to be issued the first Monday of the next month (yep that’s right, I want it renewed after two weeks). I seem to like manifesting positive things at work and working on how I feel positively at work. It’s like the time I spend making myself feel better about myself, my day, my life. It’s the time I use to create a lot of positive reinforcement. Sounds like I really am working on this deliberate creation thing more deliberately.

I feel like I am using the good feeling thoughts to push forward my own desires. I know that everything is responding to energy, I like knowing that. I like seeing everything working out easily for me. I like having a place that I am giving myself some set time, sometime carved out whether it is 5 minutes or more snatched in a shift into positively reinforcing my energy and confidence and alignment with the greater energy of me.

There is a fair bit of fun in just enjoying how things are going each day. I like the feel of the imminent energy of all that I desire coming into my experience. I like spending time with Dyl and I hope to see much more of him.

I’ve been a bit all over the place today, but I know there is one thing I am really happy about at the moment, spending time with Dyl. It’s a natural attraction with lots of fun and excitement in just getting to know someone who is happy in themselves more often than not.

I have another shift soon, and I know I will get to spend some more time focusing positively within. I like that I am doing well, I like doing well and feeling proud of myself and shaking off any alternative vibrations. I know in my shift today I will encounter a great deal of positivity and I will enjoy the feeling of my abundance. I think, what I might do is… buy a lotto ticket. I am feeling quit abundant in my positivity today, perhaps a lucky dip is just what I need. I can enjoy fantasizing about what possibly done with a nice lotto win on a lucky dip. I like the abundance, I like feeling of abundance I am enjoying and revelling in today. I can have fun during my shift fantasizing on the perfection of what I could be doing with the estimated 9 million. I have a few ideas but who knows what fantasy I will be having during my four hours working with ease enjoying the flow of positive, happy, exciting, fun interactions of the people flowing through my day.

Today is a great day.

There is so much potential for a great deal of fun and freedom. I know there is an abundance of fun and freedom and love and money and all my desires are flowing to me and through me with easy expectation.