chapter forty six

EDWARD’S FIRST PERSON POINT OF VIEW

One of his staff was the one who opened the door. I was let in and sat in the living room. The living room was the perfect epitome of luxury. I could not expect any less. Thomas was the one among us with the sharpest taste just like that of our grandfather. He soon walked down the stairs together with Celestia, with her arms wrapped around his waist and her chest sticking on his back as if something was going to go wrong with her should she let go. So clingy.

I looked away, and greeted Thomas, “Hey Thomas.” I stood up from the seat.

He responded, “Hey Edward.” Celestia also said hi and waved her hand in gesture. She disentangled from the clingy hug, “Let me go check what this guy is preparing in the kitchen.” She kissed him on his lips, then walked in the direction of the kitchen with her hips swingling with every step she took.

I quickly restrained myself from looking any longer even though the little romantic display got me so jealous. This was on