Raelynn
Walking through the streets of Oakville, I could not help but feel nostalgic, and it brought tears to my eyes. I can not believe I made it here, studying my dream course at my dream school. I sniffed the crisp autumn air, a knot of nervous excitement twisting in my stomach.
As I walked down the street, I came to a stop in front of my father's favorite restaurant, La Belle Vie bistro and bar. I wiped a stray tear from my eye and took a deep breath to steel myself. I eagerly stepped into the restaurant.
I pushed open the door, stepping into a cozy embrace of savory aromas and friendly conversation.
The bell above the door chimed, signaling my arrival. Heads turned, and several pairs of surprised eyes met mine. Most students present were werewolves, their stares a mix of curiosity and apprehension. My ears flattened instinctively, but then a warm voice cut through the silence.
"Well, hello there! Welcome to La Belle Vie bistro and bar?"
A young vampire server about my age approached me, and as with everyone I see, I had to crane my neck up to look at him, thanks to my 5ft 4 inch frame.
I chose a seat in the far corner to people-watch and observe. Some might call me a creep but I don’t care. Picking up the menu, I understood why Dad always mentioned this place; the food is as posh and French as you would expect.
With a chuckle, I settled on my dad’s favorite dish côtelettes d'agneau sauce moutarde et thym which is French for lamb chops with mustard thyme sauce.
As the waiter approached to take my order, I smiled and said, "I would like a côtelettes d'agneau sauce moutarde et thym with your virgin margarita.” I expected him to scribble my order on a pad, but he simply asked, "Would that be all?” I gave a firm nod, saying, "Yes, thank you.”
While I waited for my order, I looked around the room; if what I see here is any indication, everyone in this school is very attractive; instinctively, I pushed my hair forward to cover my face. My order arrived at that precise moment.
As soon as I tasted the first bite, I moaned—this food is truly delicious.I did not know that my eating habits attracted attention until I heard someone exclaim, "Damn! She’s eating like she hasn’t had any food in forever,” his friend laughed, “What a weirdo.”
I quickly rose to my feet, lowering my head.I guess I should have paid more attention to my surroundings because the next moment, I collided with a brick wall that I am sure was not there a few seconds before.
I laid on the ground in an awkward position as usual, and I heard the wall say, "Watch where you are going, freak.” I stood up brushing myself just as the wall moved past me, leave it to me to piss someone off on my first day here.
As I stumbled out of the diner, I realized I recognized the voice. I let out a gasp, thanking the Goddess that he did not recognize me; I doubt I could have dealt with my douchebag ex-boyfriend/ex-mate Xavier Woods.
Xavier and I dated for 2 years until he rejected me after the death of my parents. We grew up together, the daughter of the Alpha and son of a common pack warrior.
Clearly, we were not the ideal couple, but I loved him unconditionally and even promised him the position of Alpha after my parents. That was until he rejected me and trampled on my heart a month after my parents died.
Still reeling from the shock of seeing my ex, I stumbled down the street, tracing my way back to campus, when I spotted a jewelry store. Since I needed new jewelry and did not care about money—my parents were among the wealthiest supernaturals, if not the richest—and since I was eighteen, I had finally claimed my inheritance, I made the decision to walk in.
I obviously was not dressed to impress; I was wearing my favorite pair of boots—which have seen better days—with jeans and a black T-shirt, so I felt a little out of place when I walked in.
I scanned the shelves and noticed the store attendant staring at me strangely as I passed. Rolling my eyes, I came to a halt in front of a ring case. I guess I will be adding another one to my collection. My eyes were drawn to a stunning sapphire diamond tree-shaped ring. It was unlike anything I had ever seen, the branches reaching out to hold tiny sapphire stones.
The attendant approached me as I reached out to touch the ring. "Which one would you be getting today, ma'am?" she asked as she opened the case.I reached for the sapphire ring with my fingers.She took it out and scanned it, "That would be 1500 dollars, ma'am.” I reached over to give her my card and made the purchase.
At that moment, the door opened, and as I held the ring box, a shiver went down my spine—not from the air-conditioned shop.
