Lounging in her electric massage recliner Mikaela was in her own world as the heat and vibrations flooded through her body. Despite the chaos going on all around her the young model was completely at ease as her personal manicurist was finishing up the top coat of her nails. "All done Ms.Herring. You like?" the woman asked as she observe her own work. Taking a moment before allowing her eyes fluttered as they opened adjusting to the bright lighting of the room. Bringing her hand
to her face she surveyed the woman's work before her light green orbs looked at the woman before her and smiled, "I love Lucy! As always." The two shared a small giggled as Mikaela turned off the chair and glanced around her bedroom at her workers all in a state of hustle and bustle.
She was to be leaving in a couple of hours for London for fashion week. This year Christopher Kane himself had personal asked for her to come and model his
spring/summer 2014 collection which is something she was excited for. She always loved fashion week and since breaking into the modeling world she hadn't missed one and modeled in all. While fashion week in New York was always her personal favorite to be asked to model for designers in places liked London and Paris and Milan were a big deal. Swinging her legs over the side of the recliner she carefully put on her flip flops being cautious as to not smudge the paint that was still drying on her toes. Thanking Lucy as she paid her for her services she sighed watching the woman walk away as now shifted her mind back into work mode. Her agent was meeting her at the mansion an in hour and she currently had her team working to steam,press and bag up all the garments Christopher had sent to her to make sure she liked and approved of. As her team finished on the collection Mikaela occupied herself with some last minute packing not really having anything else to do but wait. Finishing fifteen minutes ahead of schedule Mikaela sat outside on her balcony as she took in the view and enjoyed the quiet.
When she first left home and arrived in New York she had had no idea what is was she wanted or was going to do. All she knew was that she couldn't and didn't want to go back home which meant she was going to have to make it on her own. College hadn't been an option as she had turned down every scholarship and college offered to her just to spite her father so she had to go a different route. It had been a chance encounter in the busy streets of the city that had lead to her getting her start in the modeling business. She had never really though of becoming a model up until that point but the money was good and at least for the first time in her life the press attention that she was getting was for something positive. So she had stuck with it and like a Herring does she crushed any and all competition making her way to the top. Four years had passed since the day she flew the coop and since that day she had never turned back. While she did she occasionally speak to and see some of her siblings from time to time she avoid her parents like the plague. Which in her life is all they ever were. Little did she know she'd be returning home sooner than she ever hoped.
"Everybody out!" the shrieking sound of her agent's voice sounded with authority that brought all proceedings to an abrupt halt. Rising to her feet Mikaela reentered her bedroom from the attached balcony to see her agent ushering everyone out of the room. "Nikki what's going on? Your early and more bossy than usual" Mikaela said walking across the room to her vanity. Nicole had been her agent since the beginning and after spending four long years together going through the ups and the downs of the business Mikaela always knew when something was up. She lightly touched up her lipstick as she slowly turned to face Nicole who was standing with look that said she wanted to say something but didn't know quite how to say it. "Well ... what is it?! What did fashion week get cancelled? Did Christopher Kane change his mind? You get knocked up?" Mikaela said wishing Nicole would just spit it out already as the whole guessing game was getting more and more annoying as the time ticked by. "You know what tell me from the jet." Mikaela said jumping up as she wanted to move things along. As she headed to the door she felt Nicole's hand grip her wrist as the older woman spun her around "Kayla wait!" With a agitated roll of her eyes Mikaela yanked her arm out of her friend's grip as she took a deep breath to calm herself, "What is it?" Taking a deep breath Nicole struggled for a moment before finally spitting it out, "Mikaela your father's dead!"
And just like that all her plans had been rearranged. She was no longer going to be enjoying herself in London surrounded by fabulous clothes, delicious cuisine and beautiful culture. No. Now she was on her jet heading back to the one place in the world she had sworn she never return to. After receiving the news from Nicole Mikaela hadn't done any of the things you would expect for a child to do after finding out about the death of a parent. She hadn't cried, or screamed or even asked what happened. She just sighed and cursed her father's name as for even when dead he still found a way to fuck up her life. She had attempted to convince her agent to let her still go to fashion week but according to Nicole for whatever reason her mother wanted her attended of the deceased bastard and it seemed she was not the only Herring who was expected to be making an appearance. For the first in forever all the Herring siblings were to be in the same place at the same time in the presence of one another. This is what intrigued the twenty-two year old Herring and ultimately got her to agreed to go.
So after one heartfelt apology sent to Christopher Kane and several long hours on her jet Mikaela Herring was landing in California. In her efforts to kept her new life and family life separate she had forbidden Nicole for coming as she couldn't allow anyone she actually cared about come within feet of her family. Looking out the window of she watched as her luggage was being transported to the car that she gotten to take her to the funeral. She was currently running late but she was Mikaela Herring. Being fashionably late was something that she could pull off, and she would do so fashionably. Disembarking from the plane Mikaela was dressed in her funeral attire as she had known she wouldn't have time to change later. Wearing one of her black maxi dresses
that she had randomly selected from her closet she wore with them her 4 inch silver glossed-leather Jimmy Choo
heels. Getting into the backseat of Maybach Landaulet she gave the chauffeur the address to the church and sat back as she opened her clutch which held her teliqua filled flask, bracelet and makeup along with some other random crap. I can't believe am missing fashion week in London for this.
Slipping the bracelet
onto her wrist she rolled down the window and let in a cool breeze as the distance between her and the church got closer and closer.
As the car came to a stop outside the church the chauffeur opened the door and helped the Herring lady out of the car. "Thank you," she said politely with a small smile. "I won't need you to take me from here am going to be getting a ride with a family member. Just take my things to this address. There will be someone to let you in and they'll show you where my room is," handing over a piece a paper with the family estate address on it the man nodded taking the paper before getting in the car and driving away. Once alone standing outside the church Mikaela slowly ascended the stairs stopping at the doors. Okay Mikaela remember this is suppose to be a sad and tragic event. You are that bastard's daughter so you should be all torn up and distraught inside. Even though the man was a complete dick and a horrible excuse for a father and you hope that he'll burn in .... stop and breath.
Taking a deep breath as she attempted to sooth herself she reached into her clutch and took out her flask downing a huge gulp of teliqua. The alcohol burned her throat a bit but it was feeling that she had gotten use to during her wild teenage years. Okay let's do this.
Opening the doors to the church she entered quietly not wanting to disrupt the ongoing service. She leant against a wall in the back of the church as she glanced around picking people apart from the crowd. It was no surprise that the majority of the people that were in attendance were just business associates and her father's employees. As far as she knew most if not all her family on her father side where long gone and it wasn't like a man like him would be popular among peers. She noticed some of her mother's siblings whom she never really cared for. Out of the crowd she picked out Nicholas and Melody who were of course seated together. Than she noticed her two younger siblings Damien and Acacia. The last one she recognized was Eleanor whom she would be keeping her distance from for the time being. Retrieving her flask she took a one long swig before placing it back in her clutch and walking over to where Damien sat and taking a seat beside him.
As the service ended and things were moved to the burial site Mikaela couldn't help but want to burst out at laughing of some of the things that were said about her father. She knew that one wasn't suppose to speak ill of the dead but it was also frowned upon to lie while in the house of God which all who decided to speak did do. People one by one getting got up and gave their heartfelt speeches about the dearly departed with false tears running down their cheeks and all Mikaela had wanted to do was laugh. However, although she did let a small giggle slip or a smirk appear for the most part she kept it together pretty well. At the burial site she watched with blank face as the lifeless body of her father was placed into the ground. She felt kind of weird about not crying especially knowing that all eyes were on the Herring family at that moment. So she willed herself to cry and just like that the tears flowed naturally. When she spoke to people who came up to her to pay their respects her voice cracked and she stuttered and in her eyes all you could see was sadness. God I am so glad I wore my waterproof massacre and eyeliner.
As things dwindled down and people began to leave Mikaela put her acting to rest as she dried her eyes as she joined the remaining people at the grave.
The sound of a snicker caught her eye and drew her to her brother Damien who had a smirk painted across his face. “Welcome home, Herrings.” He muttered, as he brought a flask to his lips. “Welcome home.” Mikaela couldn't help but smile "Nothing like a death to kick off a little family reunion." With a laugh she pulled out her own flask and threw her head back as she let the waterfall of liquor pour down her throat. "Goodbye father. For am sure not even the deepest depth of hell will be able to burn your cold ass." Pouring what little was left of the teliqua onto her father's grave she looked up at the Herrings that remained, "Feels great to be back. See you guys at the house." Leaving on that note she wandered around the cemetery until she saw her big brother Nicholas, "You waiting for me!" she asked as if she didn't already know the answer. Wrapping her arms around her brother's waist she gave him a small hug before breaking it "Let's get the hell out here before our father's returns from beyond the grave and turns all our lives into a greater hell than he did before. If that's even remotely possible." Climbing into the backseat of the car she smiled as she saw Melody sitting in the passenger seat, "Hey Melody! I must say out of all us Herrings your probably one of the few am actually happy to see."