-Can? - I don’t understand what he wants, but I nod and then he comes up, grabs me and hugs me tightly. "I'm so glad to finally meet you!" Vitalina, my name is Nicholas, but you can call me Nick. Mom told me a lot about you, and I am very grateful that you supported our decision! - as if someone asked me whether I want it or not, but we smile and wave.

Nick calls a man to us, he looks about thirty-five, dressed in a black suit, he introduces us, it turns out to be the personal driver of my future new stepfather and his name is Eric. And this Eric is also very hot, a little shorter than Nick, but in no way inferior in build, blue-eyed blond.

Eric takes care of our luggage and we all head to the parking lot to the car. We go black with tinted windows Mercedes-Maybach GLS 600 4MATIC. I whistled to myself, but this family is far from simple, and I begin to guess what kind of brother awaits me.

While the driver packs our suitcases, the three of us sit in the back seat, me and Nick taking a seat by the window, with my mother between us. The car begins to move, and I try to disconnect from all thoughts for now and enjoy the view through the car window. High-rise buildings, beautiful buildings, clean streets, no garbage lying around, smooth and really clean roads with correct visible markings, sidewalks for pedestrians, lawns, benches, bins, cozy cafes, various shops, smiling people open up to my eyes. I look and fucking, everything is as they show us in films, beauty, and nothing more. I'm under the impression that it's there. I will definitely be back here in New York.

Chapter 3

Since I slept on the plane, I was awake all the way and saw the beauty of the state of New Jersey and this is truly impressive.

And now I see the sign " Welcome to Princeton " and, it seems, stopped breathing, now I will cross the point of no return .

Nick says that we are passing Hamilton Park, it is very beautiful and picturesque, I immediately decided that I would definitely come here to run, and all the way through the city I marked places in my head that I definitely want to visit, and after a block the car stops near an amazing huge two-story mansion.

"Wow". I mentally whistled.

Driveway for five cars, garage for three, well maintained, beautiful lawn with various bushes and flowers. The house is finished in white and gray tones with brown accents. Absolutely all the windows are stained glass, which let in gorgeous daylight during the day - I'm sure.

The backyard has a swimming pool and barbecue area. Inside, everything is modern, chrome appliances in the kitchen. The house is very beautiful, but it is clear that there is not enough home comfort, a female hand. There aren't even any photographs.

Nicholas explains that his bedroom with his mother is on the second floor at the end of the corridor on the left. My bedroom near the stairs on the right is the first door, and the one next to my new brother, who, by the way, is not at home and was not at the airport either.

Entering my new room, I found another door, behind it was a fairly large bathroom. Oh my garble, that is a dream, the bath is finished in dark gray tones, and the room itself is in white and gray. On the left is a large double bed, on the sides of the bedside tables and lovely lamps. To the right is the bathroom. Directly ahead is the door leading to the balcony. Immediately behind the front door on the left is a huge wardrobe, and on the right is a chest of drawers. To the right of the balcony door is a desk, on which a brand new laptop already flaunts, with the well-known apple identifier. I could only dream of a balcony in my room, so open and wide that you can only have a party here.

Inhale-exhale.

I eat with delight!

But there are minutes, such a bold one - it turned out that we have a common balcony with my half-brother, separated by a large street flower, well, I’ll tell you such a partition. I am already sure that this will bring a lot of trouble in the future.

A large strong tree approaches our balcony, the branches of which reach the railing. The tree falls right in the middle of the balcony, and if you move to the other side, the view opens onto the street and in the distance you can see the very Hamilton Park. The bedrooms with my brother turned out to be identical. By the way, I don’t even know his name, for some reason no one has named him yet, and indeed where he is now ...

Don't care.

Mom said that I can take a shower, rest from the road, unpack things, and in the evening Nick invites us to a restaurant to celebrate our arrival. Decided to do just that. Before I go to rest, I write to my ex-boyfriend and best friend that everything is fine with me and I'm alive, I'll tell you everything later. Kirill himself expressed a desire to write to me, and for me to tell him everything, although I said that it would be more difficult for him to survive the breakup than if we stopped communicating, but he is not a little boy to dissuade him, and I’m not going to tell him everything .

I wake up from the fact that my mother strokes my hair and tells me that I have thirty minutes to get ready. So it's time to turn on the turbo mode. I quickly do a light make-up, after all we go to a restaurant, I twist my hair into big careless waves. I choose a sheath cocktail dress, a length just below the knees, a light shade, embroidered with lace, on thin straps with an open back. On my feet are my graduation sandals. I satisfactorily examine myself in the mirror, the dress fits like a glove.

I go downstairs, and there my mother and Nick are already waiting for me. Mom smiles and nods approvingly at my outfit.

- You look great, Vitalina, - Nicholas compliments me on duty, but I do not blame him, - send, the car is already waiting. Vitalina, I want to immediately apologize for my son, he was supposed to meet you at the airport with me, but ... he ... is a little difficult with him. He's on his way to the restaurant.