special delivery for ; @christianhowcrd
location ; the howard residency
date & time ; february 30th at 12:30pm
Teetering into The Howard Residency in Avalon used to be more bitter than sweet from the brawny recollection of the girl. It was not only her childhood home but the place she frequently avoided if her father, Christian, wanted to meet up with her due to the elusion of her mother, Charity. This time around everything felt different. Perhaps, it was because Jolie was moving here with her long-term boyfriend, Vince, and the new work opportunity was something she could not pass up. While she adjusted much of the past year for Vince, they agreed upon making this work and allow the change tides to bring them here. Or for Jolie, back to her hometown again. The past couple of weeks had been consumed with unpacking and bringing life again to the de Beauvoir household ─ the one her grandparents, Margaux and Blaise, established their family to this growth of wealth community. Now, it was her own. There was plenty for her to do and many of faces to see but holding off another day on visiting her father, Christian, the man who came into her life at six years old and happened to be the best birthday gift a girl could ever receive. After all, while she didn’t share this with anyone, on her fourth birthday, right as she was blowing out the candles and she wished for a father. Two years later, there he was and watching her grow into the woman that Jolie was currently.
“Dad?” The echo of her inquisitive tone bounced off the oddly bare walls. Wandering further in her search, only to find the door to his office cracked open. It was an instant sign and made her head in that direction. Peeping her head through the door, the upturn of her beam greeted him with her twinkling seafoam hues, “Hey, Dad. Sorry, hopefully, I’m not interpreting anything but I wanted to finally stop on by inside of making you come my way.” After all, being absorbed in what was currently unfolding for herself was thrilling, Jolie was far from the selfish type. Always feeling guilty if she had to focus on herself rather than others and building them up. “I spoke to Grandma Margaux a couple of days ago. She sends her best regards and will bring you back to the biggest present ever. As well, you know how Grandma is, but she made me deliver a present to Mrs. Rhodes,” she politely informed. “She’s gorgeous. Seriously, lucky husband, she must have.” It was random chatter but it allowed her to enter further into the familiar office. Approaching him behind his desk as she embraced the father with a bear hug, grateful to be back with Lourdes and him once again.