Finding Chandler - part twoRunning down the stairs with hot plates in her hands seemed pretty easy for Eden now, she was used to helping her aunt out at her hotel but her only reward was a cheap room which was decorated poorly by her hands, quickly to make herself feel more at home. It was barely six in the morning and still she was waiting on the luxury rooms of rich business men; who just had to wake her up with their demands. She threw the plates down on the counter loudly enough to wake the kitchen hand up who was slumped in the corner counter after the chef bailed on early morning starts. “Ty, drink some coffee if you’re going to sleep on the job,Finding Chandler - part two
Finding Chandler - part oneThe dress was silvery green, with a brown thread highlighting areas which skimmed over the body like a dream. The bodice of the dress was a creamy shade with gold ribbon tied elegantly around the waist emphasizing the best features it could. The dress seemed like it could do no wrong. Many people wanted that certain dress, loved the dress in fact, but the only girl who owned it and wore it was Miss Ophelie DeLane; daughter of Sir Guy DeLane and his wife Harriet DeLane. Although the dress was beautiful and arguably made Ophelie the most beautiful woman in the hall at that moment in time it was all too noticeable to see how sickly she looked, sFinding Chandler - part one
