Welcome to Aurora Bay, [GWENDOLYN MORENO]! I couldn’t help but notice you look an awful lot like [CAMILA MORRONE]. You must be the [TWENTY-FIVE] year old [GRADE SCHOOL TEACHER]. Word is you’re [POLISHED] but can also be a bit [MELANCHOLIC] and your favorite song is [FLOWERS & MILEY CYRUS]. I also heard you’ll be staying in [SEABROOK QUARTER]. I’m sure you’ll love it!
warnings: mentions of car accident, death, grief, depression
*this is a new blog, her old blog is found here*
Gwendolyn was born and raised in Aurora Bay for most of her life until she went off to college. She lived in the same house on Sutton Street with the same red front door. Everyone grew to know that it was the Moreno’s house and that door was always welcomed to anyone who needed their help. It was also known as the pastor’s house since her father, Maximo, was the pastor of the local church down the road.
The grass was always kept short and there were no toys left in the yard. Gwendolyn had her small group of friends, and she knew they could only come over if her studies were done and her room was cleaned. She wouldn’t say her parents were strict but more so that things had to get done in order for her to be able to do what she wanted whether it was to hang out with friends or go out shopping at the mall.
She went off to college with her mindset on becoming a nurse. Instead, she found herself being called towards teaching. Maybe it was because of her father and his influence on her life, or maybe it was because of all the times she tutored the younger kids back at school. Or it could’ve been because of the boy she helped with his math test that was in one of her classes. Gwendolyn found herself smitten with him as she foolishly stayed a little later in class for him to catch up to her as they walked out together.
That boy did turn into something more and eventually a husband even if the marriage was quick and almost unexpected between the two. She could only imagine the rumors being spread around back home as to why they married so quickly. But to be honest, they didn’t have any reason not to get married after graduation.
They moved back to Aurora Bay with her starting a job at the elementary school and him a position at the news station. They settled into a nice routine and everything felt as it should be. She felt good as a wife, a teacher, and a soon-to-be mother. It would only make sense for it to go downhill. She got a phone call late one night. Her amazing husband was in a bad car accident, and it didn’t look very good. She was six months pregnant at the time and the stress alone of losing her husband nearly caused her to go into labor at the hospital.
Gwendolyn moved back in with her parents after selling the house. It didn’t feel right to live in a place that reminded her of what she used to have. Her beautiful baby girl was born a few months after that. Her grief was momentarily shifted as she learned how to raise a baby and leaned on her parents for help. It was a new normal and one she welcomed with open arms. However, the pin is still waiting to drop when it comes back crashing down again.
"What do you think Bea?" Gwen asks as they both look through the different designs of face paint. The girls already picked out their favorites - Bea being a butterfly and Gwen having pink flowers. "I think Rhett is going to be so jealous on how cool you look."
"Okay, so how good is your aim?" Gwen enlists Cricket for help when she realizes she is down to her last two darts with very minimal balloons popped. "This is very important - I'm trying to win Rhett a stuffed animal before he gets me one."
"I vote that we should get a funnel cake after this as a reward." Gwen states as she looks up at the ride actively dropping people in such a random fashion she isn't sure anything she ate at all today in preparation of the rides Syrena will easily convince her to do.
Bridget had seen it often enough over the years to recognise it instantly: the lingering glance, the flicker of uncertainty, the quiet debate over whether or not to come over. When they eventually did, she set her glass aside with a resigned smile. “If you’ve come over here for a photograph,” she began, “then I’m afraid I’m going to have to disappoint you.”
"Oh, I'm..." Gwen pauses as she isn't sure she's the one this was meant for. She didn't know exactly who this woman was and once glance around the room, it feels more like she was speaking to the person behind her who was very much looking in Bridget's direction.
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment at the sudden intrusion she had in Bridget's conversation. Maybe not as much as the person behind her who was gently let down from any sort of photographs.
“ so how is the new house looking ?” Sully asked as he looked around the book store for something to bring home for sera while she was being watched by Summer. He was glad his other sister wanted to give him a chance to be able to go grab her a present for doing so well during the school year. “I bet Beatrice was excited about decorating a new room “
"It's actually going really good. Everything feels a little bare bones, but the boxes are all unpacked." Gwen browses through the different books with a goal in mind to get something new for her. It feels as if she's spending most of her time on Beatrice that a moment for her sounds far off in the distance. But she supposes that's how summer breaks will always be - her trying to get as much jammed into a day for Bea.
"She's been having fun picking out different paint swatches every time we go to the store. So far we have pink, purple, and even a yellow thrown into the mix." @sullivanxshaw
Travis: I would probably say five max.
Travis: I'm kidding, but that comment makes me believe that you're going to be using a lot and now I'm curious as to why?
gwen: well, i had this idea to completely cover bea's ceiling with fairy lights but...
gwen: i feel like a fire hazard is fast approaching the more i look at how small fairy lights are and how big a ceiling is.
gwen: do you think i should try to find those glow in the dark stars instead?
@trcvis
"I didn't mean to come off as dismissive," Eloise apologies, "I've just been feeling now quite myself since this all started, among other things, and I've always been more of a luxury brand girl myself." Paid to wear brands and now she feels like she's gone into hiding. Maybe Old Navy is her future. "You look young to be a grandma," she teases.
"Almost twelve weeks. I haven't told many people and I'm about to find out what the baby is. Maybe no one will notice when I start to push around a baby in a buggy."
"It's quite alright. It's a confusing but beautiful time growing a little baby." Gwen smiles fondly as she thinks back to when she was pregnant. It's hard to believe it's been almost five years since Beatrice was born. How much things have changed since then - how much she's changed too. "I can't even imagine being a real grandmother just yet. My little Bea is about to be five so thankfully we have many years to go."
"Luxury brands I am not the best at. I don't know if they have any sort of maternity line, but do you think maybe getting a bigger size in things would work? At least for t-shirts. And I have seen that hack of using a hairband for the button of jeans. That could work since the bump isn't super big yet." @helloxeloise
"Oh, I see," Eloise muses, "that's probably a good idea and if I'm being honest, I suppose it will help me blend in for a bit longer." Try as she might, she doesn't do a great job at hiding her thoughts about Old Navy, her brows furrowed, "no, um, I haven't."
Gwen gets the idea that her suggestions aren't going over so well. She might've not been the best one for Eloise to fine, but she is going to make it better somehow. "How far along are you? I'm sure we have time to figure something out if it's not dresses. I know I probably sound like a grandma over here." She chuckles at the thought, completely amused since she is very much like a grandmother.
"What's your style? I know we can find something."
"Hey," Carter smiled when he greeted Gwen on her front porch. "sorry for dropping in like this. I've been taking care of mom's garden for her, and she told me to bring you some of her flowers." He held out a bouquet of colorful flowers.
"Oh no, no, don't be sorry!" Gwen starts off as she looks between Carter and the flowers in his hands. "I truly meant every word when I said my door is always open. Now come on in and let's get some water for those beautiful flowers. I love them and they'd fit perfectly on my kitchen table." She opens the door then, making her way through the new living room and kitchen now that things were finally put together and unpacked. Thankfully she keeps the vases closer to her reach so one is easy to grab to fill with water.
"How did it go today?" Gwen asks. It feels easier to talk about Cynthia to Carter than anyone else in the family even if it's just simple questions like how things are going. She's doesn't want to overbear in any way, but more so give a gentle reminder she's there for anyone to talk. "I'll need to run by and give her a proper thank you - maybe an extra drawing from Bea to add." @carter-harris