#beauforta

     Out of all of her brothers and sisters, Cecilia still didn’t know Andrew. She knew him on a first name basis, probably had one conversation with him before they never spoke again. At this point, it was probably considered rude of Cecilia to not know her brother better than she did when she first arrived. She could only blame it on scheduling for so long. So, to get her and her brother out of the hotel and around each other, she sent him a peppermint-scented invitation that asked him if he was willing to tour Argentina with her. She still didn’t know the place well but felt that it was the type of place to tour with friends and/or family. 

     Cecilia stood at Andrew’s door, slightly nervous that he would turn her down. Surely, he was nicer than that, to reject her in front of her face, but who’s to say? She cleared her throat and gently knocked at the door. “Hi Andrew! It’s Cecilia. I was just here in hopes that you got the invitation and would accept the offer of taking a tour?” She mentally facepalmed and slapped herself for sounding so formal to her brother, but at least she didn’t say something like ‘Hey fuckface! Get out of bed and come tour this city with me!’

Reha hadn’t stayed in Oslo long enough last time to explore the city. Being away from the Royals had taken priority and the ruptured lung had kept them pretty much contained to the hospital or the hotel in the time they actually spent her. They were just about to walk out the doors of the hotel when the familiar figure passed them. “No real point in running anymore uhm?” they joked with a half smile. Andrew had been their favorite once upon a time. But anger and resentment had clouded their feelings for long. They didn’t even remember the last time the two had a proper conversation.

     Cecilia felt terrible for not introducing herself to Andrew any sooner. Catherine had told her that he was constantly, but busy was busy and at some point, the busyness stop and she would get to meet her brother. Maybe, hopefully. If she could find him. From pictures, she knew what he looked like but didn’t know how it would be in real life. It happened with Natalia, Antonia, and Vaughn. Seeing them in pictures and then in person was like seeing someone totally different. 

     Cecilia considered giving up and finding him later throughout the night until she turned around and saw him not too far from her. It was like a small victory. Trying not to rush over to him, she kept a small smile on her face to not sem too overbearing with joy and intimidating. “Hi!” Cecilia beamed and held out her hand to Andrew. “I’m Cecilia. We’re, um, I’m--I’m your sister.”