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"She is such a doll. I cannot believe how big she has gotten. OH MY GOD, SARAH look.. Mia's walking! I can't believe it! I just witnessed my niece's first steps! I figured she would be running, the next time I saw y'all. Emmet might be a pain in the butt; however, I am super glad he brought y'all here!"
Mia giggles out some bubbles, excited she made her first steps also. Sarah has happy tears in her eyes, and giggles rolling her eyes at me.
"I wouldn't call two steps walking yet; but it's a great start! And, yes, I totally agree... Well with the bringing us. But, what are you talking about? Emmet is a sweetheart, and totally besotted with you! I so don't get you Kylie! You have a freaking prince hanging on your every word, and you are so mean to him! What is wrong with you?"
"I am not mean too him! And he is so not besotted, he just wants in my pants is all!"
"Get in your pants? What the hell, Kylie? You got to be kidding me! Someone doesn't fly to other countries to fetch sisters, so they can 'get into someone's pants' Girl you need to fess up now!"
"What are talking about, Sarah? I have nothing to fess up about."
I hear a 'bullshit cough' come from Felicia, the nanny. I look at her shocked. What the heck? Has she not heard of loyalty? Geez...that little bugger! She is definitely Stefan's sister all right!
"See what is it that my own nanny knows that, I do not? Felicia, I'm waiting?"
Yeah, now she did it! Get out of that one, you little Irish girl! I see her panic for a second, then just shrug her shoulders. To my horror, she starts talking.
"Well, my lady tis the true. She be having all kinds of coodle goings on. She seems to be a bit on the cess. She will carry-on with the Prince himself. It's a crack I tell ye. Blows me mind, she is a brilliant lass, to be sure with the way she blathers about. She is a dote lass with a sound amount of blokes wanting to be going with her. The lass seems to nay give a shite with the most of them; yet, with the Prince the lass gets on like a house on fire, she does. I've been hearing about her get off with the fine Prince, yep to be sure!"
Sarah and I both looked at her like she just flipped a lid, because she must have! Now, I have heard some Irish slang, but not like that. I wonder, did she just secretly tell us off? One never knows for sure, unless you master the language, and I swear; the Irish has the most unusual slang ever!
"What in the flying flip did that girl just say? Surely, that was not English! What is up with the words these people use?"
"Well, I'm sure they think the same thing about us, chicka!"
Sarah looks at me disgruntled, I guess she didn't see my point. But heck I'm thinking flying flip probably sounds a little odd, if they have words like dote lass and blokes. I wonder is shite the same as shit? I'm thinking it is... Suddenly I hear a chuckle behind me that sounds very much like Stefan. This can only be bad for me. I loves to translate for me, which normally I love; however, I have a strong feeling I would prefer to leave this one untranslatable.
"Sorry Sarah, me sister tends to carry-on about without thinking. I would love to translate for you..."
"Stef! There's no need, I'm sure it wasn't anything important."
I looked at him pleadingly, but did that stop him. Hell No!
"Oh, but you have always said, it drives ye crazy when ye are not sure what we be saying, lass!"
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He's My Prince Charming
General FictionKylie Matthews is beyond shocked! Her boss has just told her; she's to go on a five-week trip to Terinian, during the temporary closing of the offices. Once she arrives, she is astounded to learn the trip also includes, a new classy wardrobe, a fan...
