Thread: The Lake House {KayLove & Mackenzie}

In memory the lake house was a shinning vision of summers long past, it's porch filled with laughter, the lake glittering before them as the sun set, the cards upon the table invoking reactions from all, mosquitoes mercilessly biting their skin until they gave up and went inside. It was a joyous place, filled with love and friendship during every blazing summer. But this, this was not a time for laughter. She had been invited back from London to attend the funeral of a dear family friend, one whom spent time with her as a child. It had been the man that ownd the lake houses wife, Joyce. It was sudden, one mouth she was told that they had found cancer and the next... She was gone. It was a horrible thing not to be able to say goodbye so she had volunteered to put together the funeral. Seeing as that was her job, an event coordinator, in London, huge parties, banquettes, weddings. Anything of the sort really... But this, she had never had to plan a funeral before, not like this, not so close to the heart. She had gotten home a couple days before the funeral, still jet lagged and puffy eyed, but straight to business as she stayed with her aunt and sorted everything out. The flowers, the cremation ceremony, the pastor, the pamphlets and finally the place. That was the most important part, someplace where the friends and family could simply be together and morn. There was a small church just up the road in the small forested town where everything would be shipped to. She had already asked Robert, Joyce's husband if she could stay the night at his cabin and of course he had said yes in a tone that said I would rather you stay than me. But sadly the only thing that a coordinator could not control was the weather. Her little blue car wasn't made for the snow. Delilah's vocabulary consisting of nothing more than that of a sailor as she trekked her way into the small town and towards the frosted lake. In London she didn't have to drive anywhere, thankfully. But there it was the little house, perfect and snow covered. She turned in slowly as if to saver the moment of memories flooding back to her. I've missed it... She said in a sad voice, devastated that it had to be for this that she should come back. The bundled dark haired woman hurried from the car and quickly grabbed the spare key from under the mat, letting herself in. Hello! She wasn't exactly sure if she was alone tonight or not, Robert didn't tell her if anyone else had chosen to stay the night before the funeral. But that didn't matter she wasn't going to care anyways. The front door opened into a small sitting room, she quickly took off her jacket and stored it in the closet, unlacing her boots as well and kicking them off. There were a couple chairs facing the front window, cozy and comfortable. She ventured into the kitchen, setting her bags on top of the counter, and going to the living room. That was her personal favorite, there was a large overstuffed couch facing a grand glass wall, the sliding glass door to the right. She pushed the curtains aside, letting all of the evening light into the dark cabin, the sunset casting hues of orange upon her face. Her lips twitched slightly as she thought of how many times she had stained out this window at everyone smiling. How beautiful everything had been.... Catching herself she blinked the tears away from her hazel eyes and started on building a fire in the large stone fireplace. Her thoughts drifting in and out as she sorted out the details that she still had to tweak before tomorrow, the day that they were all going to have, how smoothly it would all go and finally how badly she wanted to go back home and away from this place... To the other side of the world as it was.