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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jun 30, 2017 9:54:37 GMT -6
Even if he had not come over to the Buchanan residence that many times, Dean would be lying if he said he had not memorized most of its details. It was perfectly built, perfectly placed and perfectly tended to. Everything about it screamed eloquence, grace and detailed, as if trying to stand out to incredibly elaborate levels from the other big houses. Marcello Mannor was not that far away from it even, and even that mansion had some serious competition when one set eyes upon this place. In a way, both could be considered a Garden of Eden, being displays of beauty and art; even if they did hide their snakes. Marcello Mannor was clearly noticeable in what it contained, but this one was rather subtle. It was a different kind of poison that afflicted the people in this house...well, at least the head of the house.
Having started working around the area, he did take his occasional glance at the place. He had worked there a couple of times, being well paid for simple stuff, but the money was not what made him the most curious. Out of all the times he had been to the residence, there was always a little crack in the porcelain lifestyle. Such crack came in the form of the lady of the house, Mrs. Genevieve Buchanan. Golden hair and sapphire eyes made her beauty to behold, yet a somber hint of sadness was more than clear with the way she conducted herself around the place and around life it seemed. There were trouble in paradise for sure, seeing how she and her husband James acted around one another.
Part of Dean wondered how exactly he had managed to return there after physically holding the man back, seeing how much power he actually had. He'd assume people had gotten handled far more ruthlessly for less before, but then again...the wife of the couple seemed to harbor sympathy for the designated driver. He was good at what he did, and apparently, she liked someone who listened to her. Maybe that was what had kept his neck attached. He'd have to thank her for that.
Driving into the residence, Dean was aware that he was to drive Jenny around once more. He had a day off from working with the Marcellos, so he might as well make some extra. He would like this company anyway, after all, so why not? She was someone he was fond of.
Stepping out of the vehicle, he pressed his back against the door, his elbows keeping him balanced as he lit a new cigarette, as he usually did, waiting for the pretty lady to come. The day was barely starting, after all.
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Post by Genevieve Buchanan on Jul 1, 2017 8:17:52 GMT -6
Jenny sat at her vanity, covering her mouth as she was recovering from her morning sickness. She was five weeks pregnant now and the morning sickness started to hit her. The doctor had told her that every woman was different when it came to morning sickness. She was starting to wish she was like other women who didn't have it at all. She breathed and got herself together. After all she was about to have lunch with a few of her lady friends. Though they weren't really her friends, just the wives of the men her husband worked with. So she wasn't exactly looking forward to this. She always had to look her best so none of them would comment on how she looked. Thankfully she was never the one they talked about. Though that was most likely because she could afford things they couldn't. They didn't dare to insult her.. Jenny breathed a couple of times more before she finally got back her composure. That's when she heard a knock at her door. "M'lady your driver is here," One of the servants said, causing Jenny to look at the door. "I'll be out in a moment," She said before getting up from her chair and walked to the window. Jenny peeked out from the curtains to look at Dean standing by the car, smoking a cigarette. Her sapphire eyes stared at him for a moment as she was looking forward to a drive with him. Ever since he had started working for them, Jenny was starting to feel like she was being listened to. She felt like she could let down a wall when he was around. Of course she didn't let it down too much due to being afraid of opening up. But it was their talks that got her through the most toughest days. After a bit of watching, Jenny removed herself from the window. She then walked to the closet and picked out the dress she was going to wear today. It was a beautiful golden dress that had flower designs all through it. What made it unique was the fact the petals seemed to dangle off of the dress, looking like little feathers. It was a simple elegant dress that worked very well with her figure. Once she had it on she did little adjustments to her makeup before putting on dangling diamond earrings, and diamond bracelets on both her wrists completing the look. Usually she would wear some type of necklace, but today she was going to be a little daring. Plus she looked too amazing without a necklace that would only irritate her by rubbing against her skin. Jenny finally exited the room, her heels clicking with each move she made. She gave little orders to the servants, but told them once they were done they could relax. She then exited the building and made her way to Dean. A smile finally formed on her lips as they stood next to each other. "Hello, Dean, It is wonderful to see you again," Jenny said as she gently held up her hand to him. Which was a bit different than normal. Normally she would just lift it up fast for him to kiss it, but this time it seemed as if she was asking him to do it. She wasn't demanding it for once. (dress - here )
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jul 1, 2017 10:07:49 GMT -6
He was taking his sweet time finishing his cigarette. These moments made the difference in his day, seeing how he could relax and feel himself get back in focus. Seeing how he had come to work and how he had chosen to do it, he needed each and every calm moment before the storm to gain back some composure. Between trying to keep a low profile in the Marcello service and dealing with every single inconvenience he seemed to slide into, the chance to have some nicotine in his lungs and blood seemingly made the difference for him. Shaking his head and rubbing the back of his raven hair, he closed his eyes to relax a bit more, his back pressed on the fancier car he got to drive when working in the Buchanan's service.
The sound of heels clicking on the floor broke his concentration for a bit, indicating he was no longer alone. His eyes being shot open, he calmly looked up, his vision slightly blurred and confused due to the glistening shape coming towards him. He knew he was in the presence of Genevieve Buchanan, the lady he would be driving around; but he was surprised by her choice of wardrobe. She did not disappoint when it came to looking her best, but the choice of a golden dress was something else, seeing how it glistened with the warm summer sun.
Narrowing his eyes a bit, the driver smiled in a playful tone, killing his cigarette and nodding slightly as his eyes shot up to glance at the beautiful blonde, being lost in her sapphire orbs for quite a bit. She was definitely beauty to behold, and he found her to be quite a wonderful lady behind all the spectacle she was forced to put on in her daily life.
"Mrs Buchanan." he said simply, smiling playfully at the beautiful blonde, his hand gently holding her wrist from below so he could press his lips against the back of her hand, his hazelnut eyes focusing on hers for a second longer before he resumed his more rigid and professional stance, tipping his hat to her. "Pleasure is all mine."
Shooting her a playful smile, he performed his routine tasks, carefully opening her door and helping her in. He made sure she got as comfortable as possible and felt as relaxed, too. It was important for her mood later on and because, well, if he was going to aid her, he would do it properly.
As he closed the door and walked to his driver's seat, he moved the front view mirror to take a good look at the golden haired beauty while starting the car. "So then...where to, Jenny?" he asked, now feeling safe enough to adress her by the name she asked him to before.
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Post by Genevieve Buchanan on Jul 10, 2017 4:52:46 GMT -6
Jenny smiled fondly at Dean when he kissed the back of hand before tipping his hat to her. Her smile only getting bigger when he smiled at her while opening the door for her. "Why thank you," Jenny said in a sweet tone before getting into the back of the car. She made herself presentable as she waited for Dean to enter the car as well.
"So then...where to, Jenny?"
Jenny looked at Dean and gave out a little boring sigh. "You know where to, Dean. The little cafe Lily's, it appears that it is the new spot for the luncheons with the girls. Heaven knows why when they usually love the more expensive areas, but who am I to argue?" She asked rhetorically as she lifted her right hand in a shrugging tone. But as she did this she gave a classy silly face, hoping to give Dean a little laugh. As she had also known that he didn't really like the woman she ate with either. That came up in a past conversation. But she wouldn't mind bringing it up again if he so wished. For when she was with him, a wall was down. She could be who she was and honestly she felt the happiest when she was with Dean. Of course he was second compared to the baby inside of her stomach.
Dean had started to car and was now driving as Jenny looked out of the window. But she didn't stare out of it much, her attention going back to the handsome raven haired man in the driver's seat. "So Dean, how has your day been so far? Has it entertained you?" Jenny asked as she was ready to have her fun talks with him once more. It also gave her an excuse to look into his dark eyes that were a different contrast to her unnatural blue eyes. She couldn't deny that she had an attraction to the man, but she was trying to brush it off.
After all she was married and was not going to turn into her husband. Only a hypocrite would do that.
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Post by Dean McCoppin on Jul 10, 2017 13:41:43 GMT -6
Dean could not help but let out a dry chuckle of sorts at Jenny's remark towards the place they were supposed to go to. He had always been on the less wealthy spectrum of society, having struggled to make his own ever since he could remember. Perhaps that was why he felt so amused when someone of the higher class brought the elite down a peg for all of their superficial shenanigans and desire to look above being something. Then again, Jenny was indeed a unique specimen amongst her kind, with some ounces of vulnerability and humility to her.
"Perhaps they want something smaller so not to feel so overcrowded? I am sure they have so much to worry with." he mused in response, a sly and witty grin growing on the corner of his lips as he drove out of the residence. He did like to jest and tease, and Jenny seemed like one whl could also do that in a more lighthearted manner. "If anything, you'll get to relax a bit."
His head pressed against his seat, the raven haired man raised an eyebrow at her sudden remark. It was an unusual question, especially from this kind of work. He was never really the main attraction but he supposed he could answer.
"Eh, it's been alright. I do odd jobs, you know? Helps me know people and fit in." he mused with a shrug, turning around a corner and letting his eyes meet hers for a split second. "From a cranky landlord, to a bunch of lively kids to...well, a pretty lady to talk to." he mused, flashing her a playful smile.
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