Chapter 135

I tried to calm my racing breath as we make our way steadily but surely towards Allure.

It brings something of an excited feeling to my head that I can actually remember the name of the fashion House. Allure seems to be something of a beautiful name for a fashion house, isn't it. I recognise that it is just dripping with inspiration.

Scott and Oakley walk ahead of me, quietly debating something, and I find this weird. I find it extra weird that my brother will be considerably touchy touchy with his feelings today, Oakley is undoubtedly a nice addition to our group.

I realise I might actually continue seeing bits and pieces of the real person behind the mask that Scott efficiently wears. It seems ever since last night my thoughts have been occupied by my brother, and I find it satisfying. I think that is exactly the way it should be.

I am his elder sister, and he's my younger brother, I am the one who is supposed to take care of him, and see that he isn't hurt in any way. It would mean I was carrying on the legacy of my parents, because I'm sure that thier only legacy was to take care of us. Thier only legacy was to make sure that we were happy, and I remember this with something like sorrow and the back of my throat.

For how many years have I neglected someone who should have mattered more to me in the world all the while I chased after stupid fanatical designs.

I throw away those thoughts with something of a resigned sigh, as I realise I do not want to think towards that train of thought today. Today is supposed to be an happy day, and I look forward to see that the two people, oh so crazy people, who I am following to go sorrow shopping have stopped right in their tracks, as if look back at me with something of an impatient expression in their eyes.

To anyone else this would seem offensive, but yet I know these two people so much, that I know that they do not mean anything bad or condescending with this impatient expression they are both throwing me.

I laugh as a catch up to them. "So what exactly is happening between the both of you?" I ask. I realise that I do not actually want to let them tell me as much as I want to figure it out myself, but the suspense is practically killing me.

My head is coming up with a number of theories, theories that an improbable at most, but yet if it comes down to it I'm sure I will be correct at some level.

"What do you mean happening between the both of us?" Scott asks, and the shrug that I give the both of them at his question makes Oakley gran loudly.

"Is your sister always this dumb?" she asks, and Scott sighs sadly, "that is the truth of all this".

I gasp in something of mock shock as I place my hand on my heart. "I am wounded".