stella.

“Non, non… You can stay… Him won’t take so long, eh?”

Stella gave a gentle smile to Blaine, giving a step back from her mansion, so he could get inside and take a sit. She knew Sebastian wouldn’t delay… God! It’s embarrassing… Mostly of her family are american, and she doesn’t even speaks a good English. She learned others languages in her school there, such as Italian, German && Spanish, surely English… But she barely had opportunity to speak there, when she lived in France.

She still didn’t know how she felt living in Ohio, it was exciting stay closer of her brother but heartbreaking for not stay in a place where isn’t her culture. The little French, of 5"8 feet tall sighed deeply, hiding the sadness of her pretty icy blue eyes.

“If it isn’t too much trouble?  I don’t want to interrupt you if you’re busy.”

Blaine smiled seeing her step aside so he could enter. Not wanting to be rude and brush her off, he stepped into the foyer stuffing his keys in the pocket of his coat.  It was pretty obvious she was family but what relation? Sebastian and he never delved too far into the topic of each other’s families.  Blaine did catch onto a few things about them in the beginning of their friendship.  Enough to know that Sebastian was pretty much in the same position he was.  They just didn’t talk about them much.  Not to each other, at least.  Their parents ever really around that often. Always busy with business or travel.  He put two and two together to figure that out. Sebastian seemed content to let that part of his life be static in the background to other more important things.  

Hearing her sad sigh, Blaine gave her a thoughtful pout.  “How do you know Sebastian? Are you a cousin of his from France?  I..uhm..noticed the accent.  If you are?  I’ve got a dozen questions I’ve been dying to get answered,” he grinned playfully trying to brighten her mood.