the lucky ones [group thread] Jan 8, 2014 0:36:47 GMT -5
Post by ELLEN ELIZABETH WATSON on Jan 8, 2014 0:36:47 GMT -5
Cleaning. It was a tiresome, tasking thing to do especially when company was coming over. Ellen was always obsessive compulsive about having a clean house. There was nothing less attractive than a messy house. At least, that's what Ellen believed. She didn't even really care if it was just her daughter's friends coming over, she still wanted to make a good first impression. After all, from what Vic had said about this Alexander, he could potentially be more than just a friend. If that was true, she didn't want her house to look like a pig pen. Then again, Ellen's personal definition of a pig pen was entirely different from what the normal person thought. She had spent all day cleaning everything, including places no one would probably see like the bedrooms. Naturally, she spent more time tending to the living room, dining room, and kitchen.
Days like this, she cursed herself for having a big house. When she first moved to Wentworth, she had enough money from her divorce settlement and savings to buy a decent sized house. Unlike her small house on the outskirts of New Haven or apartment on Fifth Avenue, her house in Wentworth was spacious and perfect for raising children. The neighborhood was safe, unlike New Haven or New York City, and there was a backyard. She was blessed to live in such a nice place. But it did make cleaning much harder. And she refused to hire anyone to do it for her.
When her house was spotless, she got dressed for the dinner. She didn't want to overdress, nor did she want to dress like a homeless person. Again, Ellen's definition of dressing like a homeless person was entirely different than the mass majority of the world. She opted for a stylish pair of silk pants, a white button down shirt layered under a classic navy blazer, and a pair of oxfords. Who said someone over forty couldn't look fashionable? She looked up at the clock and saw it was ten minutes before they'd be here. She let out a sigh of relief. Hopefully this dinner would go better than the other dinners she had tried to hold in this house. Those all ended in complete disaster.
She walked into the living room and saw Lawson sitting on the couch. She sat on his lap and kissed him on the cheek. "They'll be here soon," she said. Ellen would be lying if she said she wasn't nervous. Vic and her hadn't talked since she announced her engagement. That dinner had ended fairly well, so she was hoping all was forgiven. But she knew forgiveness like that didn't come so easily. "I'm making roast chicken with asparagus and wild rice," she said. "That's safe, right? Everyone eats chicken." Her nervousness was certainly showing.
The ten minutes passed quickly when she heard a knock at her door. She stood up and went to welcome her company.