always wear your Sunday best. I found a Lilly Pulitzer long sleeved mint dress with a lace overlay that covered my neck and paired it with a nude and mint green wedge sandal. Then made my way to the Kerrigan estate.
Chapter 7
Pulling onto the estate, I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. A giant Tudor style mansion with breathtaking landscaping and a large green lawn. I parked my blue extended cab Chevy Silverado next to cars that cost half a million dollars each. It seemed so out of place. I grabbed my container with my scones and made my way to the door.
Stacy answered the door and let out a large squeal that I think ruptured my eardrums “Oh my god you're here. I’m so happy. Come on, everyone is in the great room.”
I followed Stacy and was surrounded by a room full of warm smiles. I handed the container off to Stacy. Rose gave me a hug and introduced me to her husband Liam. I noticed he was an older carbon copy of Michael, but has the look of a lumberjack. He was around six foot six and looked strange standing next to Rose, who looked like a real life pixie. I don’t even think Rose was five foot tall. She has long blonde hair and soft round features and big brown eyes the color of whiskey.
Next, she introduced me to her children. Isabel was their youngest and was turning twelve next month. She looked exactly like her mother. “These are our sons, Jackson and Maxwell. They are both Fourteen. We call them Jax and Max.”
“Oh, you have twins. That’s awesome!” The boys burst out into hysterical laughter because Jax was a clone of his father and Max was African American. He has caramel colored skin and hazel eyes. I turned to Rose with a cheeky smile, “I will have trouble telling them apart!" Both boys looked at each other and burst into another fit of hysterical laughter.
Sitting on the sofa is Rhydian who has raven hair and blue eyes like Stacy, and Killian who had the same rust colored hair and green eyes as his brothers. Rose breaks into my thoughts. “Easton will be here soon. We are waiting on him and his girlfriend, Stella." Rose's face frowned.
“So, I take it you are not a fan?”
Rose pursed her lips and said, “Max was Liam's best friend’s son. He and Max's dad, Gregory were college roommates and remained very close. One night on the way home from dinner a drunk driver t-boned their car killing Greg instantly. His wife Mikayla died a few hours later. Max was also in the car, and they don't know how he survived. By all accounts he should have been killed. Liam and I were named Max's guardians, and we have had him since he was five, so he is our son.”
I pulled her to the side and said, “Rose, I didn't need an explanation. I think you and Liam are even more awesome for doing what you did.”
Rose hugged me and said "I don't like Stella because she is always giving Max these strange looks when she thinks no one is paying attention. They aren't mean looks, but it makes Max uncomfortable. Liam said as long as she doesn't say a thing to just ignore her.”
“Oh my sweet Rose, you and me are gonna have some fun. I might never be invited back, but I hope you let everyone know I don't hold my tongue or back down from anyone.”
Just then, Easton and Stella walked in. Rose stood next to me and I said, “So, we meet again, Mr. Kerrigan.”
The look of confusion on Easton’s face is priceless. “Ms. Gallagher,” he said dryly.
Stella stood sour faced by his side. “And you must be Stella. I've heard such nice things about you from everyone.” I didn't extend a handshake because let's face it, I hate bitches and this girl was a level twenty bitch on a scale one to ten. As we sat down to brunch, I sat in between Stacy and Michael. Conversation was casual and everyone was having a pleasant brunch when Isabel asked the questions that would have the shit hit the fan.
"Ms. Gallagher, my mother says you're opening a Music Conservatory. When will you be opening it? I saw my
Chapter 7
Pulling onto the estate, I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. A giant Tudor style mansion with breathtaking landscaping and a large green lawn. I parked my blue extended cab Chevy Silverado next to cars that cost half a million dollars each. It seemed so out of place. I grabbed my container with my scones and made my way to the door.
Stacy answered the door and let out a large squeal that I think ruptured my eardrums “Oh my god you're here. I’m so happy. Come on, everyone is in the great room.”
I followed Stacy and was surrounded by a room full of warm smiles. I handed the container off to Stacy. Rose gave me a hug and introduced me to her husband Liam. I noticed he was an older carbon copy of Michael, but has the look of a lumberjack. He was around six foot six and looked strange standing next to Rose, who looked like a real life pixie. I don’t even think Rose was five foot tall. She has long blonde hair and soft round features and big brown eyes the color of whiskey.
Next, she introduced me to her children. Isabel was their youngest and was turning twelve next month. She looked exactly like her mother. “These are our sons, Jackson and Maxwell. They are both Fourteen. We call them Jax and Max.”
“Oh, you have twins. That’s awesome!” The boys burst out into hysterical laughter because Jax was a clone of his father and Max was African American. He has caramel colored skin and hazel eyes. I turned to Rose with a cheeky smile, “I will have trouble telling them apart!" Both boys looked at each other and burst into another fit of hysterical laughter.
Sitting on the sofa is Rhydian who has raven hair and blue eyes like Stacy, and Killian who had the same rust colored hair and green eyes as his brothers. Rose breaks into my thoughts. “Easton will be here soon. We are waiting on him and his girlfriend, Stella." Rose's face frowned.
“So, I take it you are not a fan?”
Rose pursed her lips and said, “Max was Liam's best friend’s son. He and Max's dad, Gregory were college roommates and remained very close. One night on the way home from dinner a drunk driver t-boned their car killing Greg instantly. His wife Mikayla died a few hours later. Max was also in the car, and they don't know how he survived. By all accounts he should have been killed. Liam and I were named Max's guardians, and we have had him since he was five, so he is our son.”
I pulled her to the side and said, “Rose, I didn't need an explanation. I think you and Liam are even more awesome for doing what you did.”
Rose hugged me and said "I don't like Stella because she is always giving Max these strange looks when she thinks no one is paying attention. They aren't mean looks, but it makes Max uncomfortable. Liam said as long as she doesn't say a thing to just ignore her.”
“Oh my sweet Rose, you and me are gonna have some fun. I might never be invited back, but I hope you let everyone know I don't hold my tongue or back down from anyone.”
Just then, Easton and Stella walked in. Rose stood next to me and I said, “So, we meet again, Mr. Kerrigan.”
The look of confusion on Easton’s face is priceless. “Ms. Gallagher,” he said dryly.
Stella stood sour faced by his side. “And you must be Stella. I've heard such nice things about you from everyone.” I didn't extend a handshake because let's face it, I hate bitches and this girl was a level twenty bitch on a scale one to ten. As we sat down to brunch, I sat in between Stacy and Michael. Conversation was casual and everyone was having a pleasant brunch when Isabel asked the questions that would have the shit hit the fan.
"Ms. Gallagher, my mother says you're opening a Music Conservatory. When will you be opening it? I saw my
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