Hard knocks

[morevacant]

It's official. She's failed out of uni. Lydia Bennet, the thick sister of the bunch. The useless one. The disappointment.

Well, her mum won't be disappointed, once Lydia tells her about Cesare. She will quite understand that Lydia spent the time she should have been studying for her exams in Cesare's hotel making him happy. When Lydia tells her. Right now, Lydia doesn't dare: her mum is the biggest gossip and it will take two minutes for word of her and Cesare will be everywhere.

Lydia heads for her favourite haunt, a cosy Starbucks close by. She fancies an extra large double shotted caramel macchiato. What she actually gets is a small tea. Because she's broke. She's failed and she's broke.

Why is life so hard?

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[morevacant]

Lydia wrinkles her nose. "That sounds rubbish. I don't want to spend my days with a load of dusty books."

[outofthemanor]

"I enjoy it." There could be an edge in Wednesday's tone. Frankly she couldn't see the appeal of working in someplace so... bright and ... cheerful as Harrods. Who would actually want that?

[morevacant]

"Yeah, well," Lydia raises her eyebrows. "You would." She means, just look at Wednesday. She's not exactly a picture of cheer, is she? She's such the opposite to the bubblegum pink Lydia.

[outofthemanor]

If Wednesday were that type of person, her eyebrow would raise at the tone she perceives in Lydia's voice. It was never a good idea, after all, to insult the person who was going to be giving you free room and board.

"I would," she agrees. "Next week, I'll text you the details for your new place."

[morevacant]

Lydia grins and nods. She sips her rapidly cooling tea.

"It is going to be so great. I'm going to get Nancy to help spruce it up a bit. I have a feeling it's gonna be..." She raises an eyebrow at Wednesday. "Gothic. And I am just not into that!"