Meet Felicity!

I have been editing large chunks of the Tuvalu story! And I decided to share a little about Trenton's little sister with you. :)

“Wilson, I miss Trenton.” I put on my pouty, sad face.

“We all do, Miss Felicity.” He coolly agreed.

“I wish I knew where he was so I could send him a card! Remember how I used to make ‘I love you’ cards to my parents whenever I was sent to my room! I’d send for you and you’d come and deliver them!”

“Yes, Miss. Your parents said they were lovely.”

“I would like to send Trenton a card. Do you know where he is? Could you give me the address?”

“Your Father has not shared that information I’m afraid.” Wilson’s lips pinched shut and I knew I would not get any more information out of him. He left the room.

I ventured down to my Father’s office. He was not in it. He would not be home until late tonight. I rifled through his papers, opened his drawers and checked his trash can. Nothing. Then I remembered a book I had accidentally discovered one day that was hollow inside. I went to the shelf and located it. I glanced around to make sure no one was coming, then I pulled it out.

Inside were travel brochures for some South Pacific island chain. One was circled in red. There was a number on the back of the brochure and a travel agency’s name. My heart was beating fast as I slipped the brochure inside my shirt and put the book back. I walked as calmly as I could up to my room, hoping to avoid any servants.

Behind my closed door I pulled it out and examined it at length. I planned what to say when I called the number. Then I dialed.

“This is Mrs. Crenshaw on behalf of Mr. Romaine. I am needing to update some receipt books. Could you tell me the last three flights Mr. Romaine has booked?”

I hope this conveys the manipulative nature this young girl has developed in her 14 years. let me know what you think!