Friday, February 18, 2011
Bien-Etre stared back at me. The ball was tomorrow, but all I felt like doing was throwing up. Mum wouldn't be very happy if I didn't turn up and I thought of the beautiful white gown hanging in my closet. I didn't call them, I didn't need to. Celeste wasn't at school in France ... she was in rehab ... but why? I was too scared to find out. I drew my knees up against me and lay my head down, rocking back and forth. Eventually, I snapped out of it and called Nick. He was there within ten minutes, arms around me as I unloaded the entire story. His face was solemn as I wrapped up my recount and his silence began to make me a little anxious. "Nick, what is it?" He turned from me and looked out the window seemingly lost in thought. I gently tapped him, becoming somewhat apprehensive. He suddenly whipped around and grabbed my shoulders. "Lyna, I love you." I stared at him, dumbfounded. WHAT?! Instead of feeling my heart fluttering away to Lala Land, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach - like someone was throwing rocks into my body. Thump. Thump. Thump. "Nick ... what's going on." "It's my fault that she went to rehab. I'm so sorry, I didn't want to hurt either of you ... I thought it was for the best, oh my god, Lyna, I'm so so sorry. I've been such an idiot, I don't deserve you." I watched him as the words tumbled out. The stones in my stomach becoming heavier. He went on, looking down at the ground. "We ... went a little too far at Tyce's 18th a couple years back. Neither of us knew what we were doing ... it was just an experiment. I don't know how she got hold of the drugs. We didn't have sex but I think she thought we did. After that day, she kept sending me texts, calling me and kept trying to see me. I didn't want you to find out, so I just ignored her. Tyce approached me like a couple of days later and almost punched the lights out of me for 'two-timing'. Apparently Celeste told him we were dating but I was cheating on her with you. I was going to sort it all out, but Mum decided to send me to England the next day ... I'm so sorry Lyna. I really am. Please ... " He looked up at me, a pleading look in his eyes. All I could feel was overwhelming disappointment, I wanted to cry and hurt him. But I wasn't a little kid anymore, I suppressed the tears. "Leave. I need to be alone." "Lyna ..." "Leave." I got up from my bed and opened the door, staring straight at him. He left quietly, I heard him disappear down the staircase and shut the door behind me. I let the tears flow - they came in torrents and soaked my pillow. I don't know how long I remained like that for, I felt two arms lift me up and a wet cloth wiping my tear-stained face. I let myself be looked after, like a two year old. I faintly remember, as I drifted off on a freshly changed pillow, Aaron's face; hovering, protective. Now, I look out at the clear blue skies and smile. It's time to get ready for the ball. Labels: Lee
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Friday, February 18, 2011 @ 2:49 AM
Bien-Etre stared back at me. The ball was tomorrow, but all I felt like doing was throwing up. Mum wouldn't be very happy if I didn't turn up and I thought of the beautiful white gown hanging in my closet. I didn't call them, I didn't need to. Celeste wasn't at school in France ... she was in rehab ... but why? I was too scared to find out. I drew my knees up against me and lay my head down, rocking back and forth. Eventually, I snapped out of it and called Nick. He was there within ten minutes, arms around me as I unloaded the entire story. His face was solemn as I wrapped up my recount and his silence began to make me a little anxious. "Nick, what is it?" He turned from me and looked out the window seemingly lost in thought. I gently tapped him, becoming somewhat apprehensive. He suddenly whipped around and grabbed my shoulders. "Lyna, I love you." I stared at him, dumbfounded. WHAT?! Instead of feeling my heart fluttering away to Lala Land, I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach - like someone was throwing rocks into my body. Thump. Thump. Thump. "Nick ... what's going on." "It's my fault that she went to rehab. I'm so sorry, I didn't want to hurt either of you ... I thought it was for the best, oh my god, Lyna, I'm so so sorry. I've been such an idiot, I don't deserve you." I watched him as the words tumbled out. The stones in my stomach becoming heavier. He went on, looking down at the ground. "We ... went a little too far at Tyce's 18th a couple years back. Neither of us knew what we were doing ... it was just an experiment. I don't know how she got hold of the drugs. We didn't have sex but I think she thought we did. After that day, she kept sending me texts, calling me and kept trying to see me. I didn't want you to find out, so I just ignored her. Tyce approached me like a couple of days later and almost punched the lights out of me for 'two-timing'. Apparently Celeste told him we were dating but I was cheating on her with you. I was going to sort it all out, but Mum decided to send me to England the next day ... I'm so sorry Lyna. I really am. Please ... " He looked up at me, a pleading look in his eyes. All I could feel was overwhelming disappointment, I wanted to cry and hurt him. But I wasn't a little kid anymore, I suppressed the tears. "Leave. I need to be alone." "Lyna ..." "Leave." I got up from my bed and opened the door, staring straight at him. He left quietly, I heard him disappear down the staircase and shut the door behind me. I let the tears flow - they came in torrents and soaked my pillow. I don't know how long I remained like that for, I felt two arms lift me up and a wet cloth wiping my tear-stained face. I let myself be looked after, like a two year old. I faintly remember, as I drifted off on a freshly changed pillow, Aaron's face; hovering, protective. Now, I look out at the clear blue skies and smile. It's time to get ready for the ball. Labels: Lee
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sierra
drop that beat honey
history
18 years ago British supermodel Gemma Rose Darling met top tier photographer Nathaniel Cordacé at a Milan fashion week afterparty. She was a mere 19 years old, and he, 27. Both were successful in their respective industries, and an innocent love bloomed between the two. They were married on impulse on a beautiful sunny day in a quaint little Italian town where Nathan was born and they were happy for a year or two, a lifetime in the fashion industry. But soon enough the inevitable spoils of the high life took its toil on the couple. They divorced two years later and each went their own respective ways, albeit not on friendly terms.
The product of this union was a little girl born during one of the happier moments in their marriage. On the 11th of March, 1992, Sierra Cordacé came into the world. She was a sunny child, but she grew up way too fast. After her divorce with Nathaniel, Gemma Rose went back into the fashion industry and recreated her image as a catwalk siren. Through the course of 16 years, she remarried seven times- all to men with one thing in common: impossibly large bank accounts. Somehow or rather, the relationships always fizzled out with a messy divorce, leaving Gemma Rose with a solid chunk of her ex-husband's grand fortune and more than enough to satisfy her expensive tastes and leaving enough to fill up her own bank account nicely without the additional income of her modeling.
So in this manner Sierra grew up. Alternating between all that is glamorous in NYC and the quintessential high life in Italy, she took everything life threw at her in her stride. Currently, she is studying for her senior year at the prestigious Woodley East highschool in New York between constant parties and events, and boys. Of course.
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adelyna
sweet little girl
history
The 17 year old heiress of international company, Delights. Founded in 1888 by Elizabeth Ilene Wenshawe, the first store opened on Lexington Avenue New York. The confectionary store was an instant hit with the locals. It soon expanded across America and when technological advances permitted, the store took root in Europe, Australia, South America, and Asia. Delights has over 5000 specialty boutiques worldwide and many high-profile, licensed distributors.
Adelyna Lee was born in Sydney Australia, December 1st 1992 while her parents were on a business trip down under. Sydney still remains one of her favourite places in the world. Her mother, Isabelle Lee (neé Wenshawe) inherited the entire Delights Empire at the tender age of fifteen when Grandfather Charlie died of a sudden heart attack. Within the next five years, she graduated high school, finished her undergraduate studies at Boston University, took over the entire family business and married Matthew Lee, a successful businessman. Adelyna, or Lyna became the product of American and Chinese-Japanese backgrounds. She received her primary education in Asia, travelling between Shanghai and Kyoto. She attended high school in Australia for three years to strengthen her English before completing her secondary schooling in New York. She plans to attend university at some stage in the near future.
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