Chapter 4

Alden POV

I guess... After a pretty long time, I'm going to meet my sister. I did not keep track, I have no idea how long it's been since I've last seen her. However, I won't see her for quite a while after this trip. So be it. Not that I can change it right now. Oh, how I detest her. 

She's unique in many ways.

 ...

I was thinking about Bree... My brain suddenly switched thoughts from Alair to Bree. And as I was saying, I don't particularly like Alair. She's so full of herself. Always has been. And ever since she gained fame from the one advertisement she acted in, her self-centeredness has gotten worse. I don't get how Bree and Alair get along when their attitudes are opposites. This I think while I'm in bed... Usually, I think about, ...Bree. 

I know why Bree gave that dare to Allison. It's because I don't have shoots and stuff for the next month. As in, during the holidays. Though actually, Nino will have a lot of partying to do. But his younger bro, Evan (1 year younger than Nino), and Allison's younger twin sisters (who're 2 years younger than her), Alicia and Alexa said they'd do it instead of him these hols. Allison's elder sister could care less ... 

I just messaged Mum and Father. I don't they'd mind me going to travel around a bit. It is the holidays, and I'm nearly an adult. And Alair's there, so they might as well think I'm going to be meeting her. Not that I want to.

Good night to me, I think to myself as my eyes gradually flutter close.

Veronica's POV

Good Luck to Me! We stayed up the night till 2:30-3 am, Packing. My parents and Nino's and Bree's Parents Agreed on the trip... 

My parents asked me 3 times whether I was fine or not... Which seriously got Allison and Bree thinking. I bet they're still thinking together about why I gave the reaction I did when I heard we're going to Barbados!

 Well, duh! My past!! As we got up at around 8 in the morning, Allison was already, awake, waving at my fricking face!! 

Bored much? 

I hate it when they do that to me... 

Right so, I ended up asking, "Right, when do we leave? And when are we coming back?" 

"Oh, we're going today at 1 o clock, so we reach my place's jet Runway by...," she looked at her watch and thought for a sec. 

I ignored that she dodged my second question. I could pester them just enough for them to rethink their life choices and return to Paris.

"12:30?" I asked. 

"Yeah, but since my place is far from here, we start from here by 11:30 ... So, Chop-Chop!! Get up and about! Rise and Shine, Nino! Get up already! We know you're up, so get out of bed and stop pretending!!" 

Nino has a major problem of never being able to get out of bed. Surprisingly for his parents, they found the cure, 12 years after he was born, the Cure, AKA, Allison was a hell lot powerful!!

Anyway, yeah... So, once everyone was up, Bree and Als began packing, ball gowns, like- what!? When I asked them about it, they just looked at me and said, they were Bree's masterpieces! Oh, I might have forgotten to mention a lot of things. Bree is into Design too. Alden's dad is a Designer. 

No matter how many times he called her Bree, when anyone else other than our parents, Alden's mom, and we were around, he called us by our last names. 

Me, Ms. Valdez; Allison, Ms. Cagnat; Nino, Mr. Lamarr; and Bree, Ms. Monnet. He's very professional and the outside world isn't very aware of how much of an amazing father and a kind and caring man he is.

As you already know anyway! Why were we here? The ball gowns. The packing! Yeah, turned out, that I and Alden were the only one done packing. 

Allison opened my suitcase and dumped two ball gowns in there- like- what?

Well, we had breakfast, took showers, and got dressed; it was 11:00 by then. We decided on McD's on the way and then sat down to relax while Allison googled all the best places and hotels to visit there. As long as we don't go to Bridgetown, we're fine! 

"Hey, guys? What place should we visit first in Barbados?" Bree Asked. 

"I don't know, Grenville?" Nino suggested...

Well, asked. 

"Grenville is In Grenada, not Barbados -_-"

The decision was made for us to stay there for two weeks. First, we traveled to Oistin because it had better beaches and quite a few landmarks. I'm not sure how I'm going to survive there for barely four days. 2 weeks!?!? 

Well, the decision was made. No use in attempting to influence Allison's made-up mind! I scoff internally in frustration.

We reached the runway, her place by 12:20, the runway was a 10-minute walk from there, so we sat in her house and talked to her parents about our plans, while Mrs. Cagnat was running us through the safety rules while Allison tried to remind her mother that we were nearly 18 now.

At 12:40, we started walking to the plane, and we took off by 1 o'clock. I just read a Wattpad book for some time and chatted with my friends on social media for a while.

I don't know what happened, but by 7 o'clock we were in Barbados! I should also mention that it is currently midnight in Paris! Our flight was rather lengthy! We reserved a sizable room at Bougainvillea Beach Resort and sent Drey and Alair the address. 

We decided to go to bed after that. By the time 9:30 or 10:00 rolled around, we were worn out from the long drive and unpacking. It will be a long day tomorrow and hopefully; we won't travel to Bridgetown. I do not want to go there for the life of me. I hope I don't have to because I had been freaking out every time I was left in a pool of my thoughts. My friends are so happy and excited, and telling them about everything will only ruin their vacation. They have been looking forward to a break from everything in Paris... 

But I can't help but think that if I tell them now, they might at least let me go back. But then again, Bree will probably get worried a lot. I don't want to be the reason their holidays have been ruined. And anyway my 'experience' here can maybe help them have more fun. I just hope I don't encounter the wrong people. 

"Hey, Vera?" I hear a light whisper in the dark room. I can't tell who it is, but I respond.

"Yea?"

"Is there something you're not telling us?" I think it's Bree.

"Sleep, hun."

"But, Vera you can tell me anything!"

"There's nothing, Bree. Sleep."

"Vera, I-"

"Shhh" Someone hisses in the dark.

I don't drag it further as Bree also falls asleep, I hope. Eventually, so do I.