Awkward Girls Always Get The Guy (A Sebastian Stan Story) Book 1

Awkward Ireland

A/N: Hello all! Ok, so after a couple of odd chapters (definitely fillers), I think it's time that Sebastian's surprise is revealed. I'm thinking...Ireland?

The song to listen to while reading is Irish Roses: Women of Celtic Song-Kilkelly, I discovered it yesterday while researching various places in the wonderful country. :)

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'Certain things, they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone.'

This was it, their trip had begun! Valerian could hardly contain her excitement as they landed in the beautiful city, Ireland. The tickets were a gift from Sebastian. Sebastian was equally as excited. As the duo exited Dublin Airport, they were pleasantly greeted by a chauffeur holding a piece of paper that read:

'Mr Sebastian and Mrs Valerian Stan, your carriage awaits.

Love Mr and Mrs Cassanova. X'

Their 'carriage' was an obsidian black car. Just the sight of it made Valerian want to squeal. It was all so wonderful! Sitting in the back seat with her husband, the ecstatic brunette gazed out of the window, not wanting to miss any of the sights. “I can't believe I'm visiting my parents!” she giggled, turning to look at Sebastian, who too was admiring the view. Well, admiring Valerian while she admired the view.

He just loved the way her eyes twinkled and her cheeks blushed when she was happy, or embarrassed, or shocked. Hell, he just loved her. “Neither can I.” he grinned back, watching Valerian soak up the culture.

Soon, the car pulled up to a beautiful, quaint home on the outskirts of the capital. The outside was made out of brown brick, with large windows that overlooked the street that they had parked in. Outside was a luscious green tree that had been planted for privacy but still made the building appear rustic. The heavy beechwood door that led into the little treasure trove of boutique style which was even more homely than Valerian remembered. It was gorgeous.

The lovers were greeted by Mr and Mrs Cassanova- Valerian's parents- a middle-aged lady with owl-like eyes and a warm personality. Her name was Hyacinth and his was Charles. She greeted Valerian with tears of joy and a warm hug, while Charles greeted Sebastian as if they were old friends. With a welcoming hugs and a brief chat, the older couple showed the younger ones to their room.

As soon as Valerian walked in her eyes widened in amazement. The room was astonishing. The walls were painted in a deep mushroom brown. To the left of the room, a queen-size bed was placed up against the wall, furnished with cream sheets and darker blankets trimmed with even darker velvet. The curtains themselves demanded to be admired. Matching the blanket's trim, they too were velvet, held back by cream rope hangings. The floor was soft, bouncy cream carpet that padded the feet of the weary travellers quite nicely. On the other side of the room there was the door to the bathroom and the wardrobe (like downstairs, all the furniture was mahogany). In the middle of the room, the was a Mushroom brown sofa decorated with cream cushions and throws and two matching armchairs.

“Oh, I hope you don't mind, the others are travelling to stay in a few days, so Charles and I decided that you two should stay in the en suite.” asked Hyacinth.

Valerian turned to her Mother. "'Others'?"

Hyacinth Cassanova. "Your siblings dear, who else?"

Valerian had never looked so shocked in her life.