Post by Katie Hearth on Apr 1, 2012 21:30:07 GMT -5
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On that night, the house was a bustle of energies with the household turned upside down for today‘s event. No one stayed put for too long, not without examining the little bits and pieces of details here and there. Her mother remained in the kitchen with Charlie and Ashley, overlooking the food that, from Katie’s vantage point, seemed to have magically manifested within seconds from the oven. There was an array of dishes placed on the long dinning room table and the delicious smell waffled to her nose even as she sat at the foot of the stairs a little ways away from trouble.
On the center laid an upside down pineapple cake, it’s bread was a warm golden brown glazed by a thin layer of pineapple juice. Lemon tarts encircled the pride and joy of her mother’s cake, and light fruit parfait made out of fresh blueberries, strawberries, and peaches served in fancy glasses, contributed to the small collection of spring desserts. She did not doubt her mother’s skills or the stretch of perfection in which she made every little crumble of delicious sweets, but Katie’s fixed attention was placed on the grand prize. It was the roasted ham and the oven warm, sun-kissed brisket bread- the one that melted in your mouth the second you popped them in- that truly won her over. The steam rolled from the belly of the dark meat, twisting and turning. By the time seven o’ clock rolled around, the whole house had the smell of food imprinted on the very paper walls of their house. And to think, she couldn’t snag a single piece without getting her hand slapped.
Sheen, on the other hand, when he wasn’t coming in and out of the house, fetching miscellaneous objects for the party, he would wonder off with his father outside, talking about work, and his next plan of action regarding the construction of his house. He has smothered down his unruly hair, thanks to his wife, and wore a pair of slacks and a clean dress shirt that was becoming of him. Sam had joined, accompanied by his girlfriend that gave Katie as much of a headache as the equations that her math teacher spewed on a daily bases with the amount of perfume she showered in.
“Catnip,” Ashley called out affectionately, her pretty blue eyes blinked at her, and she was abruptly interrupted from her stupor, “as soon as the guest arrive, could you please open the door and greet them? I’m going to go shower in the meantime.” She was a mess of flour and ingredients but even so, her sister was well-versed in lighting up a room with her presence alone. With a nod of her head, her older sister bounded up the stairs.
Katie hugged her legs, unsure of what to do with herself after sending the first ‘S.O.S’ text message to her friends. It wasn’t the first time she had to deal with entertaining the guests, especially when the adults brought in their own broods of young ones. Katie had to deal with the likes of monsters and since she was the youngest, it only made sense that she would take care of them, whether she liked it or not. She suppose she could have fun with what little time she had left of her day. Like, tell ghost stories and scare the living daylights out of the lot, or hit the game stations, even pull out board games if she absolutely had to. Planning ahead was not her thing, she would much rather leave it for the moment and go along with however thing panned out.
When the doorbell rang, she was already up, tugging the dress from the hemline, and readjusting the straps. Cream colored ribbons adorned the back of a soft pantone colored floral sundress. She could only hope that the designer of her dress fell on a ditch in some remote island ganged up by a posse of hungry lions. The comforting thought brought a smile to her face when she opened the door and greeted the Whitman family.
May the torture begin.