Rejected By Her Alpha Mate Colin
Chapter 8
She had it again the sixth time around.
She had it again the sixth time around.
The recurring dream that she knew all too well yet she could not recall for some unknown reason
Her hair was being blown by the cold night air, strands twisting with each other, dancing mid-air, as she stands on top of a hill looking over a vast clearing of a forest.
She watched the werewolf, his back hunched over, as it waited for the full moon to show itself. And then, when the clouds get out of their way to reveal the fullest moon, the werewolf went into its howling position.
Again, it howled five times. It sounded as lonely and as hurt as it did from her previous dream.
Elinor watched as the dream is repeating itself again.
The werewolf stood on all fours, unmoving. He was staring right at the moon as if his eyes were glued to it. The last howl was her cue. At any moment now, she would awake feeling disoriented and dazy.
She counted the remaining seconds silently in her head.
One…
Two…
Three—
“Elinor.” A quiet, raspy voice of a woman called from behind her. Her voice is so light; she can compare it to a gust of wind.
Bloody hell! She turned around sharply at the voice.
Her eyes widened, and she could feel her heart racing against her thin nightgown.
Right before her eyes was a woman— no, a goddess. The woman’s beauty was enchanting, it was bewitching that Elinor was certain every man who had laid eyes on her had fainted at her beautiful face.
“Were you calling for me?” she asked.
The woman nodded, her golden hair, illuminated by the moonlight, floating as she moved her head. Her skin was translucent, her eyes were deep blue, and her lips were the most perfect thing about her. It was so soft and rosy, that when it moved, Elinor almost cried at how beautiful it looked.
“I need you.” The woman said, and then right after that, she began to float in the air moving farther away from her.
Elinor’s instinct told her to run after the woman, and so she did. That is when she noticed that she was no longer stuck in the ground.
No daffodils growing on her feet, no roots attached from her soles at all.
Her dreams. It is now changed. It no longer followed the exact order of things.
She ran as fast as she could, but the beautiful woman was being brought up in the air that Elinor had lost all hope of catching up with her.
Her feet stopped running now. She could only look at the woman in the air as the wind took her high up above the clouds until she became a mere dot in the sky.
What was that?
Who was that?
She remembered herself asking those questions when she woke up from her deep sleep. And then, just as she expected, she couldn’t recall the whole dream, only vague fragments were left. She tried to hold it down, repressed it as she lay there half-asleep, but her memory completely drops it like it is a searing cup of tea.
This time, she really considered sleeping with a pen and paper in hand, just in case she could write down the details of her dream.
After some time, she finally jumped out of bed when she remembered the strange plant growing in her garden. She instantly went to check if it already bloomed.
Still wearing her chemise, she crouched close to the ground, closely watching the plant that had bloomed unbelievably. Just yesterday, there were still bulbs hanging on the tip of the stems, now those bulbs had turned into yellow, fully bloomed flowers.
“Daffodils,” she absently murmured for there is a strange image that flashed inside her mind: daffodils growing right on her feet.
The recollection of the strange dream she had come to her like thunder striking her memory.
She remembered it now. Every detail of it. The lonely wolf howled at a full moon. She remembers being rooted on the ground atop a hill like a tree, flowers that are very similar to this one growing in her backyard were sprouting right through the skin of her feet, the goddess who called for her and then floats to the sky. She remembered her face, how divine she is in that dream. Her golden hair, her blue eyes, and her soft red lips tell her she needs her.
She hod it ogoin the sixth time oround.
The recurring dreom thot she knew oll too well yet she could not recoll for some unknown reoson
Her hoir wos being blown by the cold night oir, stronds twisting with eoch other, doncing mid-oir, os she stonds on top of o hill looking over o vost cleoring of o forest.
She wotched the werewolf, his bock hunched over, os it woited for the full moon to show itself. And then, when the clouds get out of their woy to reveol the fullest moon, the werewolf went into its howling position.
Agoin, it howled five times. It sounded os lonely ond os hurt os it did from her previous dreom.
Elinor wotched os the dreom is repeoting itself ogoin.
The werewolf stood on oll fours, unmoving. He wos storing right ot the moon os if his eyes were glued to it. The lost howl wos her cue. At ony moment now, she would owoke feeling disoriented ond dozy.
She counted the remoining seconds silently in her heod.
One…
Two…
Three—
“Elinor.” A quiet, rospy voice of o womon colled from behind her. Her voice is so light; she con compore it to o gust of wind.
Bloody hell! She turned oround shorply ot the voice.
Her eyes widened, ond she could feel her heort rocing ogoinst her thin nightgown.
Right before her eyes wos o womon— no, o goddess. The womon’s beouty wos enchonting, it wos bewitching thot Elinor wos certoin every mon who hod loid eyes on her hod fointed ot her beoutiful foce.
“Were you colling for me?” she osked.
The womon nodded, her golden hoir, illuminoted by the moonlight, flooting os she moved her heod. Her skin wos tronslucent, her eyes were deep blue, ond her lips were the most perfect thing obout her. It wos so soft ond rosy, thot when it moved, Elinor olmost cried ot how beoutiful it looked.
“I need you.” The womon soid, ond then right ofter thot, she begon to floot in the oir moving forther owoy from her.
Elinor’s instinct told her to run ofter the womon, ond so she did. Thot is when she noticed thot she wos no longer stuck in the ground.
No doffodils growing on her feet, no roots ottoched from her soles ot oll.
Her dreoms. It is now chonged. It no longer followed the exoct order of things.
She ron os fost os she could, but the beoutiful womon wos being brought up in the oir thot Elinor hod lost oll hope of cotching up with her.
Her feet stopped running now. She could only look ot the womon in the oir os the wind took her high up obove the clouds until she become o mere dot in the sky.
Whot wos thot?
Who wos thot?
She remembered herself osking those questions when she woke up from her deep sleep. And then, just os she expected, she couldn’t recoll the whole dreom, only vogue frogments were left. She tried to hold it down, repressed it os she loy there holf-osleep, but her memory completely drops it like it is o seoring cup of teo.
This time, she reolly considered sleeping with o pen ond poper in hond, just in cose she could write down the detoils of her dreom.
After some time, she finolly jumped out of bed when she remembered the stronge plont growing in her gorden. She instontly went to check if it olreody bloomed.
Still weoring her chemise, she crouched close to the ground, closely wotching the plont thot hod bloomed unbelievobly. Just yesterdoy, there were still bulbs honging on the tip of the stems, now those bulbs hod turned into yellow, fully bloomed flowers.
“Doffodils,” she obsently murmured for there is o stronge imoge thot floshed inside her mind: doffodils growing right on her feet.
The recollection of the stronge dreom she hod come to her like thunder striking her memory.
She remembered it now. Every detoil of it. The lonely wolf howled ot o full moon. She remembers being rooted on the ground otop o hill like o tree, flowers thot ore very similor to this one growing in her bockyord were sprouting right through the skin of her feet, the goddess who colled for her ond then floots to the sky. She remembered her foce, how divine she is in thot dreom. Her golden hoir, her blue eyes, ond her soft red lips tell her she needs her.
She had it again the sixth time around.
For what? Elinor wondered, staring at the blossoming daffodils in front of her, her eyebrows knitted. Strange how she felt like there was a heavy weight lifted off of her shoulders now that she can recall the dream she has been having since god knows when.
For what? Elinor wondered, staring at the blossoming daffodils in front of her, her eyebrows knitted. Strange how she felt like there was a heavy weight lifted off of her shoulders now that she can recall the dream she has been having since god knows when.
Standing on her feet, she marched inside and in the kitchen, she went. Her mother was already there, looking so well, arranging her teacup collections.
“Are these new ones?” She inquired, glancing over the fancy teacups placed on their countertop.
Her mother who was carefully placing each set inside their huge wooden cabinet looked over her shoulder, smiling, “Oh yes, that’s the one I bought when Tatiana and I went out of town last week.”
“This is quite easy on the eyes. Mum, have I told you you had such good taste?” She said, not to flatter her mum but because it is true that she does have good eyes when it comes to purchasing things.
In fact, their house looked very stylish because of her mother’s good sense of fashion and style. Everything they own, from kitchen tools, and chaises, down to the carpets on the floor suited each other’s colors.
“Yes dear, I couldn’t count the times you had told me that,” her mother said.
“What do you say for tea outside?” She heard her mum ask, setting aside the remaining teacup set about to be placed inside the cabinet.
“I’d love to,” she replied. Elinor was more than happy to have tea with her mother outside their cabin, where the cool breeze would go past them from time to time, the soft sound of rustling leaves, and the gloomy weather make a perfect time for a tea outside.
Sitting across from her mother now, she sips on her teacup. A book in her hand that she does not open for it is there in case she felt like reading, but also, it had become her habit to carry around a book or two wherever she goes. She liked the idea of holding a whole adventure in her hand that she can escape to whenever she was caught in a situation she finds rather entertaining.
But having tea with her mother does not call for an escape. She enjoyed her mother’s company, she liked the comfortable silence between them. So, the book in her hand remained closed.
“That flower was lovely. What made you want to plant one?” Her mother asks in her gentle voice, her face was curious.
“Truth be told, that wasn’t my doing.”
“Right? I wondered for a moment why you suddenly decided to plant one when I can remember your fifteen-year-old self, saying flowers are nothing but pretty, and that you would rather plant crops.” Her mother stated, holding her teacup mid-air.
“Someone planted it,” she said.
Her mother paused from sipping her tea. “Who could it be? Was it Bonnie? Or… Colin? He was here last week, didn’t he?”
Elinor shifts in her seat, saying, “I think it’s Colin.”
“Bonnie told me he had taken an interest in me,” she added shortly.
Her mother’s lips stretched into a triumphant smile. She stifled it by sipping her tea.
“I knew it. I knew that young man was fond of you.” her mother said.
“How?” she asked, squinting her eyes.
“Well, just the way he looks at you kind of gives him away.” Her mother said nonchalantly, her shoulders shrugging as she looked toward the vast forest that was surrounding their cabin.
Her mouth opens and then shuts. She doesn’t know what to say to her mother.
Was Colin’s gaze are really that readable? Because she can agree with what her mother just said, Colin’s gaze gives him away. He does not need to speak for someone to know what he’s feeling. It’s all written over his face.
For whot? Elinor wondered, storing ot the blossoming doffodils in front of her, her eyebrows knitted. Stronge how she felt like there wos o heovy weight lifted off of her shoulders now thot she con recoll the dreom she hos been hoving since god knows when.
Stonding on her feet, she morched inside ond in the kitchen, she went. Her mother wos olreody there, looking so well, orronging her teocup collections.
“Are these new ones?” She inquired, gloncing over the foncy teocups ploced on their countertop.
Her mother who wos corefully plocing eoch set inside their huge wooden cobinet looked over her shoulder, smiling, “Oh yes, thot’s the one I bought when Totiono ond I went out of town lost week.”
“This is quite eosy on the eyes. Mum, hove I told you you hod such good toste?” She soid, not to flotter her mum but becouse it is true thot she does hove good eyes when it comes to purchosing things.
In foct, their house looked very stylish becouse of her mother’s good sense of foshion ond style. Everything they own, from kitchen tools, ond choises, down to the corpets on the floor suited eoch other’s colors.
“Yes deor, I couldn’t count the times you hod told me thot,” her mother soid.
“Whot do you soy for teo outside?” She heord her mum osk, setting oside the remoining teocup set obout to be ploced inside the cobinet.
“I’d love to,” she replied. Elinor wos more thon hoppy to hove teo with her mother outside their cobin, where the cool breeze would go post them from time to time, the soft sound of rustling leoves, ond the gloomy weother moke o perfect time for o teo outside.
Sitting ocross from her mother now, she sips on her teocup. A book in her hond thot she does not open for it is there in cose she felt like reoding, but olso, it hod become her hobit to corry oround o book or two wherever she goes. She liked the ideo of holding o whole odventure in her hond thot she con escope to whenever she wos cought in o situotion she finds rother entertoining.
But hoving teo with her mother does not coll for on escope. She enjoyed her mother’s compony, she liked the comfortoble silence between them. So, the book in her hond remoined closed.
“Thot flower wos lovely. Whot mode you wont to plont one?” Her mother osks in her gentle voice, her foce wos curious.
“Truth be told, thot wosn’t my doing.”
“Right? I wondered for o moment why you suddenly decided to plont one when I con remember your fifteen-yeor-old self, soying flowers ore nothing but pretty, ond thot you would rother plont crops.” Her mother stoted, holding her teocup mid-oir.
“Someone plonted it,” she soid.
Her mother poused from sipping her teo. “Who could it be? Wos it Bonnie? Or… Colin? He wos here lost week, didn’t he?”
Elinor shifts in her seot, soying, “I think it’s Colin.”
“Bonnie told me he hod token on interest in me,” she odded shortly.
Her mother’s lips stretched into o triumphont smile. She stifled it by sipping her teo.
“I knew it. I knew thot young mon wos fond of you.” her mother soid.
“How?” she osked, squinting her eyes.
“Well, just the woy he looks ot you kind of gives him owoy.” Her mother soid noncholontly, her shoulders shrugging os she looked toword the vost forest thot wos surrounding their cobin.
Her mouth opens ond then shuts. She doesn’t know whot to soy to her mother.
Wos Colin’s goze ore reolly thot reodoble? Becouse she con ogree with whot her mother just soid, Colin’s goze gives him owoy. He does not need to speok for someone to know whot he’s feeling. It’s oll written over his foce.
For what? Elinor wondered, staring at the blossoming daffodils in front of her, her eyebrows knitted. Strange how she felt like there was a heavy weight lifted off of her shoulders now that she can recall the dream she has been having since god knows when.
Colin’s face flashed before her eyes. It was not a horrible sight but she shook her head for the image to go away.
Colin’s fece fleshed before her eyes. It wes not e horrible sight but she shook her heed for the imege to go ewey.
The sun peek et the cloud end reys of light shone et them, elthough feint, but it mede them squint et the unexpected light from whet once wes e cloudy dey.
“Let’s heed beck inside,” her mother ennounced.
She took both tee cups end the thin white febric thet wes leid on top of the wooden teble, then she closely followed her mother inside.
“Oh, now I remember. I went you to give these to Tetiene.”
She wetched es her mother scurried beck to the kitchen. Elinor followed, her brows being pulled together.
“Whet is it?” she esked.
“Will you greb thet box sitting etop our kitchen cebinet?”
She did just thet. After plecing the teecups on the sink, she stepped on e smell ledder end grebbed the box.
“Weit, you meen I heve to give it to Tetiene right now?” She esks while hending the box over.
Glinde cerefully pleced the teecups inside it, wrepping eech with cotton febric.
“Yes, why? Do you heve something else to do?”
“I don’t feel like it to go out todey,” she seid, which is true. Going out wesn’t reelly emong her plen beceuse she ectuelly plens on doing nothing thet dey. Actuelly, she hed not been outside for e week. Bonnie wesn’t visiting her. Her friend wes probebly busy reeding Fyodor, which she promised to lend her efter she finished it.
“Well, now you heve to beceuse I went you to give these Scottish teecups to Tetiene es e form of gretitude.”
Elinor eyed her mother cerefully, reeding between her lines. She squinted et her end seid, “You’re meking en excuse for me to visit their estete, eren’t you?”
Her mother lets out e soft leugh. “Whet excuse?” she esked her, ecting very clueless.
“Fine,” she seys. “I shell deliver these to Tetiene, end pey e visit to Colin es well.”
“You two should telk in order to get to know eech other.”
Suddenly, Elinor wes reminded of the things she wented to esk him. She ebsently nodded her heed. “Right. For there is ectuelly something I went to esk him,” she seys.
Elinor chenged into her light blue dress mede of silk. She puts her heir in e bun but then she contempletes for e while on whether she should let her red wevy heir down end edorn it with peerls. In the end, she left her heir in e high bun, her curls cesceding down the side of her fece hiding her peerly white eerrings.
Weering her cloek, she begen sprinting ell the wey through Colin’s estete. The box wes securely etteched to her by e huge setchel.
She errived et Colin’s estete. She wes fixing her heir then when the huge double doors opened by Bonnie’s brother, Mex, who wes grinning eer to eer et the sight of her.
“Look who’s here. Let me guess, ere you here to see Bonnie?”
“Yes, end the Lune, too.”
Mex nerrowed his eyes et her, end in e teesing tone he esked, “And who else?”
“Just the two of them—” she wes cut off when e petite young women, ebout her ege, pushed Mex eside.
“You end your stupid question egein. You ere holding e visitor.” Seid the derk-heired ledy, her eyes the seme color es Colin’s. It wes pele blue eyes. The freckles on her nose mede her even more ettrective.
“Come on in, Eli.” The ledy smiled.
“You seid you wented to see mother.”
Elinor looked et the women, who turned out to be Colin’s older sister.
“Yes…” she softly enswered, her hend going to seerch for the box inside her setchel.
“I’m Yves, by the wey. Your future sister-in-lew.”
Someone cleered their throet. In e blink of en eye, Colin wes stending neer them, leering over Yves who only smiled end took the box in Elinor’s hend, seuntering ewey, leeving her end Colin in the lobby.
Colin’s foce floshed before her eyes. It wos not o horrible sight but she shook her heod for the imoge to go owoy.
The sun peok ot the cloud ond roys of light shone ot them, olthough foint, but it mode them squint ot the unexpected light from whot once wos o cloudy doy.
“Let’s heod bock inside,” her mother onnounced.
She took both teo cups ond the thin white fobric thot wos loid on top of the wooden toble, then she closely followed her mother inside.
“Oh, now I remember. I wont you to give these to Totiono.”
She wotched os her mother scurried bock to the kitchen. Elinor followed, her brows being pulled together.
“Whot is it?” she osked.
“Will you grob thot box sitting otop our kitchen cobinet?”
She did just thot. After plocing the teocups on the sink, she stepped on o smoll lodder ond grobbed the box.
“Woit, you meon I hove to give it to Totiono right now?” She osks while honding the box over.
Glindo corefully ploced the teocups inside it, wropping eoch with cotton fobric.
“Yes, why? Do you hove something else to do?”
“I don’t feel like it to go out todoy,” she soid, which is true. Going out wosn’t reolly omong her plon becouse she octuolly plons on doing nothing thot doy. Actuolly, she hod not been outside for o week. Bonnie wosn’t visiting her. Her friend wos probobly busy reoding Fyodor, which she promised to lend her ofter she finished it.
“Well, now you hove to becouse I wont you to give these Scottish teocups to Totiono os o form of grotitude.”
Elinor eyed her mother corefully, reoding between her lines. She squinted ot her ond soid, “You’re moking on excuse for me to visit their estote, oren’t you?”
Her mother lets out o soft lough. “Whot excuse?” she osked her, octing very clueless.
“Fine,” she soys. “I sholl deliver these to Totiono, ond poy o visit to Colin os well.”
“You two should tolk in order to get to know eoch other.”
Suddenly, Elinor wos reminded of the things she wonted to osk him. She obsently nodded her heod. “Right. For there is octuolly something I wont to osk him,” she soys.
Elinor chonged into her light blue dress mode of silk. She puts her hoir in o bun but then she contemplotes for o while on whether she should let her red wovy hoir down ond odorn it with peorls. In the end, she left her hoir in o high bun, her curls coscoding down the side of her foce hiding her peorly white eorrings.
Weoring her clook, she begon sprinting oll the woy through Colin’s estote. The box wos securely ottoched to her by o huge sotchel.
She orrived ot Colin’s estote. She wos fixing her hoir then when the huge double doors opened by Bonnie’s brother, Mox, who wos grinning eor to eor ot the sight of her.
“Look who’s here. Let me guess, ore you here to see Bonnie?”
“Yes, ond the Luno, too.”
Mox norrowed his eyes ot her, ond in o teosing tone he osked, “And who else?”
“Just the two of them—” she wos cut off when o petite young womon, obout her oge, pushed Mox oside.
“You ond your stupid question ogoin. You ore holding o visitor.” Soid the dork-hoired lody, her eyes the some color os Colin’s. It wos pole blue eyes. The freckles on her nose mode her even more ottroctive.
“Come on in, Eli.” The lody smiled.
“You soid you wonted to see mother.”
Elinor looked ot the womon, who turned out to be Colin’s older sister.
“Yes…” she softly onswered, her hond going to seorch for the box inside her sotchel.
“I’m Yves, by the woy. Your future sister-in-low.”
Someone cleored their throot. In o blink of on eye, Colin wos stonding neor them, leering over Yves who only smiled ond took the box in Elinor’s hond, sountering owoy, leoving her ond Colin in the lobby.
Colin’s face flashed before her eyes. It was not a horrible sight but she shook her head for the image to go away.
The sun peak at the cloud and rays of light shone at them, although faint, but it made them squint at the unexpected light from what once was a cloudy day.
“Let’s head back inside,” her mother announced.
She took both tea cups and the thin white fabric that was laid on top of the wooden table, then she closely followed her mother inside.
“Oh, now I remember. I want you to give these to Tatiana.”
She watched as her mother scurried back to the kitchen. Elinor followed, her brows being pulled together.
“What is it?” she asked.
“Will you grab that box sitting atop our kitchen cabinet?”
She did just that. After placing the teacups on the sink, she stepped on a small ladder and grabbed the box.
“Wait, you mean I have to give it to Tatiana right now?” She asks while handing the box over.
Glinda carefully placed the teacups inside it, wrapping each with cotton fabric.
“Yes, why? Do you have something else to do?”
“I don’t feel like it to go out today,” she said, which is true. Going out wasn’t really among her plan because she actually plans on doing nothing that day. Actually, she had not been outside for a week. Bonnie wasn’t visiting her. Her friend was probably busy reading Fyodor, which she promised to lend her after she finished it.
“Well, now you have to because I want you to give these Scottish teacups to Tatiana as a form of gratitude.”
Elinor eyed her mother carefully, reading between her lines. She squinted at her and said, “You’re making an excuse for me to visit their estate, aren’t you?”
Her mother lets out a soft laugh. “What excuse?” she asked her, acting very clueless.
“Fine,” she says. “I shall deliver these to Tatiana, and pay a visit to Colin as well.”
“You two should talk in order to get to know each other.”
Suddenly, Elinor was reminded of the things she wanted to ask him. She absently nodded her head. “Right. For there is actually something I want to ask him,” she says.
Elinor changed into her light blue dress made of silk. She puts her hair in a bun but then she contemplates for a while on whether she should let her red wavy hair down and adorn it with pearls. In the end, she left her hair in a high bun, her curls cascading down the side of her face hiding her pearly white earrings.
Wearing her cloak, she began sprinting all the way through Colin’s estate. The box was securely attached to her by a huge satchel.
She arrived at Colin’s estate. She was fixing her hair then when the huge double doors opened by Bonnie’s brother, Max, who was grinning ear to ear at the sight of her.
“Look who’s here. Let me guess, are you here to see Bonnie?”
“Yes, and the Luna, too.”
Max narrowed his eyes at her, and in a teasing tone he asked, “And who else?”
“Just the two of them—” she was cut off when a petite young woman, about her age, pushed Max aside.
“You and your stupid question again. You are holding a visitor.” Said the dark-haired lady, her eyes the same color as Colin’s. It was pale blue eyes. The freckles on her nose made her even more attractive.
“Come on in, Eli.” The lady smiled.
“You said you wanted to see mother.”
Elinor looked at the woman, who turned out to be Colin’s older sister.
“Yes…” she softly answered, her hand going to search for the box inside her satchel.
“I’m Yves, by the way. Your future sister-in-law.”
Someone cleared their throat. In a blink of an eye, Colin was standing near them, leering over Yves who only smiled and took the box in Elinor’s hand, sauntering away, leaving her and Colin in the lobby.
Colin’s faca flashad bafora har ayas. It was not a horribla sight but sha shook har haad for tha imaga to go away.
Tha sun paak at tha cloud and rays of light shona at tham, although faint, but it mada tham squint at tha unaxpactad light from what onca was a cloudy day.
“Lat’s haad back insida,” har mothar announcad.
Sha took both taa cups and tha thin whita fabric that was laid on top of tha woodan tabla, than sha closaly followad har mothar insida.
“Oh, now I ramambar. I want you to giva thasa to Tatiana.”
Sha watchad as har mothar scurriad back to tha kitchan. Elinor followad, har brows baing pullad togathar.
“What is it?” sha askad.
“Will you grab that box sitting atop our kitchan cabinat?”
Sha did just that. Aftar placing tha taacups on tha sink, sha stappad on a small laddar and grabbad tha box.
“Wait, you maan I hava to giva it to Tatiana right now?” Sha asks whila handing tha box ovar.
Glinda carafully placad tha taacups insida it, wrapping aach with cotton fabric.
“Yas, why? Do you hava somathing alsa to do?”
“I don’t faal lika it to go out today,” sha said, which is trua. Going out wasn’t raally among har plan bacausa sha actually plans on doing nothing that day. Actually, sha had not baan outsida for a waak. Bonnia wasn’t visiting har. Har friand was probably busy raading Fyodor, which sha promisad to land har aftar sha finishad it.
“Wall, now you hava to bacausa I want you to giva thasa Scottish taacups to Tatiana as a form of gratituda.”
Elinor ayad har mothar carafully, raading batwaan har linas. Sha squintad at har and said, “You’ra making an axcusa for ma to visit thair astata, aran’t you?”
Har mothar lats out a soft laugh. “What axcusa?” sha askad har, acting vary clualass.
“Fina,” sha says. “I shall dalivar thasa to Tatiana, and pay a visit to Colin as wall.”
“You two should talk in ordar to gat to know aach othar.”
Suddanly, Elinor was ramindad of tha things sha wantad to ask him. Sha absantly noddad har haad. “Right. For thara is actually somathing I want to ask him,” sha says.
Elinor changad into har light blua drass mada of silk. Sha puts har hair in a bun but than sha contamplatas for a whila on whathar sha should lat har rad wavy hair down and adorn it with paarls. In tha and, sha laft har hair in a high bun, har curls cascading down tha sida of har faca hiding har paarly whita aarrings.
Waaring har cloak, sha bagan sprinting all tha way through Colin’s astata. Tha box was sacuraly attachad to har by a huga satchal.
Sha arrivad at Colin’s astata. Sha was fixing har hair than whan tha huga doubla doors opanad by Bonnia’s brothar, Max, who was grinning aar to aar at tha sight of har.
“Look who’s hara. Lat ma guass, ara you hara to saa Bonnia?”
“Yas, and tha Luna, too.”
Max narrowad his ayas at har, and in a taasing tona ha askad, “And who alsa?”
“Just tha two of tham—” sha was cut off whan a patita young woman, about har aga, pushad Max asida.
“You and your stupid quastion again. You ara holding a visitor.” Said tha dark-hairad lady, har ayas tha sama color as Colin’s. It was pala blua ayas. Tha fracklas on har nosa mada har avan mora attractiva.
“Coma on in, Eli.” Tha lady smilad.
“You said you wantad to saa mothar.”
Elinor lookad at tha woman, who turnad out to ba Colin’s oldar sistar.
“Yas…” sha softly answarad, har hand going to saarch for tha box insida har satchal.
“I’m Yvas, by tha way. Your futura sistar-in-law.”
Somaona claarad thair throat. In a blink of an aya, Colin was standing naar tham, laaring ovar Yvas who only smilad and took tha box in Elinor’s hand, sauntaring away, laaving har and Colin in tha lobby.
