#grace 002

ASH WAS AWARE THAT THEY stuck out like a sore thumb. their thrifted clothes, worn out and threadbare, was probably the worst offence, but their unwashed hair would be a close second. it didn't bother them, or even matter, because if they started thinking about it too much they wouldn't be able to go through with it. after spending the better part of two weeks worrying about grace suddenly realising who she had been talking to ( or their parents knocking on ash's door, or ... him coming to take them back to london ) ash was frustrated. they wanted to live the life they had built for themselves in blue harbor. they knew that it wasn't what their parents, or grace even, had wanted for them. they would be scandalised in fact. but it ash's life that they had control over and friends that felt more like family than their biological one ever had. which had lead them to make a, maybe stupid, decision. they knew that grace would never settle for anything but the best and, even if she was only here for a short time, she would be staying at the best room the jade palace had to offer. it was very unlike the experience ash had when she arrived in blue harbor, living out of the weaver ridge inn for a month before being able to rent an apartment. it was ash's first time stepping foot inside the beautifully sculpted rooms and they had been waiting for around twenty minutes before they saw their sister stepping into the lobby, heading for the restaurant. before they could think too much ash took a deep breath before hurrying up to her. "hey ! i need to talk to you." ash knew they had to look insane, just appearing out of nowhere. "do you really not remember me ?"