Three Thousand Miles To You(5)
“I would love to, but I can’t, I have to go over to my parents apparently they have some news or something.”
“Okay then Alanna, I will see you later then.”
“Yeah have fun.”
With a slight bang of the door, Sophie is gone, and I am alone again with my thoughts. I still cannot get over everything that happened last night, the sheer fact of Marco’s questions and how random they were. The crazy thing is that just ten minutes earlier we were having a heated discussion and in which I was really somewhat rude, how could he just ask me to go to Venice with him after that and I really feel that there is something wrong with him. I go over to the coffee pot and as I grab a cup I, notice Sophie has left me breakfast, waffles and strawberries fresh coffee and the morning paper. As I take a sip of the coffee, I see on the front page of the newspaper Sophie and I with the headline "hart of New York" I never get used to seeing my face in the paper. I open up to page three and I see the article about last night’s event. As I read through, I cannot believe what I am reading.
“Alanna Hart and Marco Marino are officially a couple and by looks of things they were having a lovers tiff on growers at the party said.”
" I overheard them talking she was telling him she didn’t love him anymore and that their trip to Italy for New Year’s was off, she basically dumped the guy right there on the spot and the poor guy looked devastated."
“Looks like Manhattan’s new it couple are over before they even started.”
I hate the press, I take the newspaper and throw it in the bin, so wrong everything so wrong, I need to get away I need out of this bubble I can’t spend New Year’s here like this. I sometimes do hate New York and hate this life. I hate the fact everyone knows my name - I need out. I go upstairs through on my jeans and long-sleeved black shirt and my Loubotins grab, my purse and head for the door. I make my way to my car and I see there is a little red envelope on the window ledge. I go over and grab it. I open my car, jump in, and as I sit there I carefully open the envelope. Inside there is a little pink piece of paper and its reads.
"I am still waiting, please change your mind. I have feelings for you I really like you please come with me to Venice all my love Marco." I take a deep breath thinking maybe what if it did.
When I arrive at my parents’ house, I see an unfamiliar car in the driveway. I push through the door and into the huge hallway. My mom has a very good taste in home decor everything is black and white, everything to match and everything so luxurious and glamorous. I hear talking in the kitchen so I make my way through. Sitting there, I see my dad, my mom and Penelope, my little sister with long golden blonde hair and huge brown eyes, not as big as mine but still very big. She is dressed in a little pink and white dress, her hair flowing and a beautiful smile on her face.
"Lanna,” She shouts rushing over to me.
“Oh Lanna it’s been ages.”
“Yes Penelope it has and I am sorry, but hey look I brought you something.”
"What is it?"
“Remember my little pink Chanel bag you love?”
"Yes." she says too excited.
“I brought it for you.”
“OH really Lanna I love it I love you.” She says taking the little bag and giving me a huge kiss. She bolts out of the room and upstairs to her room no doubt.
“Hello Alanna.” My mom and dad say. “How have you been?”
“I’m fine whose car’s that in drive?”
“Your father got me a new one do you like it? Did you see the paper this morning?”
“Yes it’s nice, and yeah I saw the paper everything they are saying is lies.”
“You know how they twist things and sweetie you look a little thin. Have you eaten today?”
“Yeah Mom I have.”My mom is one of those moms who really worries but bless her I love my mom she is amazing. My dad walks over and says.
“Now sweetie I have a little something to ask you.”
“Okay, go ahead.” I say as I sit on one of the chairs at the breakfast bar in the oversized kitchen.
“I know everything is going on here with the parties and all but I have to go out of town for new years and I was wondering if you want to join me.”
“Where are going?”
“London.” “London, oh Dad of course yes I’m there when do we go?”
“Is tomorrow too soon?”
“No its fine, oh I can’t wait I am going straight home to pack. Finally I’m going to London.”
“Okay, sweetie I will send you the flight details it’s an early flight tomorrow that okay?”
“Of course I am so excited.” I give my mom and dad a quick wave and shout goodbye to Penelope.