Brielle Sharp is engaged to be married to Noah Vanderbilt, the heir to not only a multi-million thriving bank firm, but to half of Nantucket. From clothing stores, to pizza places, to high end restaurants. The Vanderbilt's are practically royalty ar...
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- Nine Years Ago-
-When Brielle Met Noah-
Brielle walking along the coastline of the beach. From her house until this point, which could have been miles, be she did not notice. She did not even think about how the further she went the further she would be from home. It was not dark out yet. However, the sun was just starting to set, the fresh windy breeze started to pick up, and people were starting to head home.
Brielle enjoyed a nice long walk on the beach. It allowed herself to think and be alone even though she was surrounded by people. Her walks were always relaxing, and a great exercise even after a long day's work. Even though she was always on her feet all day long, serving tables at the local Fish 'n Chips shack. The same one her father used to vend his catch to. Looking at the ocean she stopped for a moment, took a deep breath and admired the view. This part of the beach was empty and for the most part quiet. This was also the area that most of the extremely nice houses were on. Not too far ahead as well, some residents were throwing a party to start off the Memorial Day weekend.
Memorial Day weekend, also the last weekend of May, was a busy and popular time for Nantucket. This is the weekend that all the owners with summer vacation homes on the island came down for the summer. Open up the wide double doors, open up all the windows to let the fresh air in, dust off the furniture, sweep away the sand- oh, but of course they did not do that. Their maids did that of course. The owners come shortly afterwards when everything is set and done. Then the party starts-
"Excuse me, miss. Would you can you get me another?" A dark hair boy asks, interrupting Brielle's thoughts by raising his champagne glass to her. He held his hand over his eyes to block the bright sunset as he continued to walk towards her.
"Excuse me?" She questioned, scoffing, taking back at the man assuming her to be a... a waitress or something. Well she was, but she was clocked out for that job title.
"Aren't you working the party?" He questions backs, getting closer and looking at her up and down.
The boy must be really drunk to believe she was a waitress at a party and not just some other girl enjoying a peaceful moment on the beach, "No I am not." She snickers, shaking her head at him. I'm sure the catering people don't wear shorts and a tee shirt to work an event. She was sure that they would look a bit more put together than her at the moment.
"Apologies." He said, standing beside her, "This beach is for residents only and I assumed that since you're not dressed formally, then, well, you were on the other side." He explains to Brielle and then goes to add, "Everyone is at the party."
Well, not everyone. Not everyone is as fortunate as these people. "Sorry, I didn't see a sign. I'll leave." She apologizes, wanting to walk away from the shady dude anyways. If he was drunk she did not want to be around him. She already felt a bit uncomfortable.
