Fantasy Of Love

Fantasy Of Love

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Jenny is a dancer and singer too. Her trip to visit her parents leave a wide hole between her and her best friend's relationship. When they both come back together, a guy comes into their life. Both of them fall in love with him, she had to leave him for her best friend, that's what best friends do right?

Fantasy Of Love Chapter 1 Leaving Home

Under the ray of the sun, there I was sitting on a bench licking an ice cream, relaxing and at the same time watching the beautiful view and also, figuring out some cool dance steps for my next show which will hold next week.

Oops, I totally forgot, sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier.

My name is Jenny Wilson, the daughter of Mr Samuel and Mrs Alexa Wilson. I am from France, Paris but am recently living in New York with my grand parents. I am the only daughter and I also have a handsome brother –don't be jealous– named Jake, right now he's in California.

My parents are filthy rich but I am not proud I guess, I'm 17 years old, I'm a great dancer but am also good at singing. That's all you need to know about me for now.

Oh, that's what I call refreshment, nothing can spoil my day..... I said, my phone beeped after my statement.

I spoke too soon...I said as I picked up my phone to check my message

From Grand pa John

Jenny your parents called and you know how they get, they want you to spend the week with Paris with them, you'll have to go tomorrow.

That will be awesome, I can even do my next show in Paris, the city of love.

I screamed happily.

Thank God no one was here to see that.

Excitedly, I rushed home to prepare for my journey, but after that I had to tell my best friend Alice, the good news.

"Alice, Alice." I said as I knocked on her door.

"I'm coming." She said and immediately opened the door.

"Alice, you won't believe what just came up." I said excitedly.

"New dancing outfits?." She said teasingly.

"No teasing and you failed." I said.

"Jean, tell me already." She said impatiently.

"OK settle down." I paused. "I'm going to Paris tomorrow." I said almost screaming.

She was short of words to say, she froze.

"Ally, hey." I said snapping my fingers and she came back to life.

"That's great you always wanted to go there." She smiled.

"Yeah." I screamed.

I was so excited that I didn't notice her change in mood.

"But what about the show, I can't do it without you." she asked.

"The show is next week, I'll be back by then and besides it will be more fun if we do it in Paris." I giggled.

"I can help you pack your things if you want." She said.

"Don't worry, I have already packed." I said.

"Ok, see you tomorrow." She said as she walked me to the door.

"See you at the airport tomorrow." I said and left.

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Monday morning, 6:00am

I can't believe am going to Paris today. I thought.

I gathered my stuffs and made way to Paris with my friends and grand parents beside me, they were all there to bade me goodbye, I guess I'll miss them a lot, especially Ally.

"It's not like am going to stay in Paris forever." I said jokingly, while my grandparents stared at each other strangely. I suspected something but decided to let it go, for now.

I was feeling excited and at the same time sad. They took turns to say their goodbyes to me, before I went on the plane.

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My parents were at the airport when I arrived and I immediately rushed into their warm embrace. I was kinda expecting Jake to be here but he isn't, I missed them a lot.

Two guys carried my luggage and bags, I felt somehow uncomfortable because I was a little new in the rich world.

We entered a limousine and the driver took us to a large and fancy house with a lot of people, I think they are maid/ servants.

My grand pa always say that no matter the place or situation you are, don't train your self to be proud, well I guess that will be going to be hard to do now, but I'll try.

"It's huge." I said.

"It's our new house, well it's not that new, we have been living here for almost three years now." dad said.

"We thought that since you are going to live in Paris with us, you should be treated like the princess you are." mom said.

"What do you mean by live in Paris?" I ask.

"Your mother and I miss you a lot, when you turned five you left us to live with your grandparents, no visits only calls and we need you back Jenny." He said while mom was already in tears.

I don't know but my mom tears was so contagious that I started crying too, they hugged me tight, the only people missing in the picture are my brother and my best friend.

I decided to retire early to bed that day and relax.

Alice POV

"Getting dance steps are so hard." I said.

"But I thought that was Jenny's part." mom asked.

"Yeah, but she's not around and I need steps that can rhyme with my song." I said.

"Oh honey, I think you should get some rest." mom said.

"Mom, I miss her a lot." I said in tears.

"It's okay, she's just staying there for a week and then she'll be back." mom said trying to cheer me up.

"Thanks mom, I think I'll be going to my room now." I said.

I walked into my room and jumped on my bed with my face down. I was expecting a call from Jenny but I guess she forgot about me. I thought; just as if the universe answered me a call came in and it was from Jenny. I picked it up gladly.

"Jenny am happy you called." I said.

"I miss your voice." she said and we giggled.

"Me too, so when exactly will you be coming back." I asked.

"About that, I don't think I'll be coming back except for visits." she said.

"What do you mean?." I asked confused.

"I mean, I am going to live in Paris." She said.

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