Chelsea Blanket Novels & Stories

Apparently, stringing Joshua along wasn't enough—Natasha had to flirt with other men, too. Carly suppressed her disgust and sneered. "The Jeffords family's emblem is embroidered on this blanket." The Jeffords family's gold, gleaming logo was embroidered prominently on the blanket. Anyone from Topola could tell it was from the Jeffords family. "You don't have to pretend you don't know. It's hideous." Carly was not polite in her speech. She hated pretentious people the most. Having been scolded by Carly for no proper reason, Natasha was visibly confused. "I'm hideous?"

Once Chelsea finally finishes saying goodbye to Rojo and her catfish, I lead her into the house to show her her room. As soon as we enter the front door Chelsea and Caleb stop and stare on in awe at the foyer. When Chelsea notices the fountain with the witches and the wolves she runs over to it laughing.

And most of the crème de la crème of New York society was there, the Dandridges, the Michaelsons, the Graysons, etc. “Did you see that god awful dress Hilda was wearing?” Constance whispered. Constance and their mother snickered. Chelsea sat listening. Her dress was white. She had a pink ribbon tied above her bump. Even though the ribbon was a small touch, Chelsea had to stand out – just like her personality. They continued to chatter on until Chelsea gasped. “What is it, darling?” their mother asked with concern. “I . . . I felt a sharp pain and – Uh, oh. . . this can’t be good,” Chelsea said with worry.

It showed off her chest area because of its plunging neckline that was attached to a draped skirt detailing top-notch embroidery and a back-hidden zipper with padded shoulders. Chelsea walked into the room with a wide smile. "Someone might not come back home tonight," she joked. "Chelsea!" Sarah tried to push the dress to cover her boobs. Chelsea smiled and went to her room, grabbing a red scarf. "Use this," she said. Sarah thanked her and sighed in relief. The doorbell rang, and Chelsea ran to the door. "Hello, beautiful," Liam waved clad in a tuxedo. Chelsea brushed, staring at the gorgeous man. Sarah walked out to join the two.

But then, she would look out at the world around her, the winding roads, the endless horizons, and the possibilities that lay ahead, and she would know that she had made the right choice, even if it was a difficult one. Not even her Mom and Emma know about the trip she was about to go to. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Chelsea's eyes were closing, and all she could think about was curling up in her bed. She had been up since 6 am, working on her trip, and she was exhausted. She reached her room, kicked off her shoes, and fell on her bed. Now she could rest. The Chelsea room was small but cozy. Her bed was pushed up against the window, and she had a small desk with a lamp on it in the other corner.