The sunlight was her worst enemy, or maybe it was the windows, she wasn't quite sure yet. The biggest windows had been placed in her room conveniently enough to allow the suns full rays to dance across the floor and blast her in the face, waking her up every morning. Grumbling, Brooklynn threw the covers down from hiding her face, where she had attempted to go back to sleep. It was only 10:00 a.m., why did she have to be cursed so? She sighed and fluffed some air over her lip to blow her blond bangs out of her eyes. She threw her legs over the edge of the bed, slipping her feet into the fuzzy pink slippers that had just been bought for her not more than two days ago. She yawned loudly and rubbed her eyes as she made her way out of her room, not needing to watch where she was going in order to know where she was headed. This house had been her home for all of her 17 years of living and she knew it inside and out.

She made her way down the grand staircase, following the curves with groggy eyes, the mascara she wore from the night before making beautiful little black rings around them. The smell of breakfast came floating across the long hallway and she sniffed at it, feeling her stomach grumble in a hungry response. She smiled and scuttled down the hallway, skidding on her slippers into the kitchen where she saw the familiar short brown haired maid that had taken care of her ever since she could remember.

"Good morning Asia!" Brooklynn cooed with a smile as she slid into the table at her place, third chair from the top.

Asia smiled, the wrinkles that Brooklynn loved so much creasing across the woman's face. "Good morning honey, I made your favorite, blueberry pancakes and bacon."

Brooklynn's sleepy face perked up as the plate was set in front of her eyes and she took up the beautiful, shiny silver fork and began to eat. Asia was the best cook that she had ever known, and she was very trustworthy. Her parents were very right to keep her around, even when Brooklynn was old enough to care for herself. She chewed on the pancakes and looked out the large french doors that she gazed out every morning. She never really took into account how wonderful their house was. It was larger than most homes, and quite a few people called it a mansion, but it wasn't that big yet.

There was the sound of more footsteps down the stairs, and since she could hear them from the kitchen, Brooklynn knew that it was her father. She smiled as she ate her food. She hadn't seen him in a while, he had been away on business, like usual. He was usually only home for about 2 weeks before he left to go away on business again. "Mornin' dad!" She called after swallowing her food and cleaning off her mouth with her napkin.

The corners of his mouth pulled up and the wrinkles on his face turned out. Mr. Cullor wasn't very old, but his work put a lot of stress on him, which made him look just a little older. He moved to the back of her chair and leaned down to kiss the top of her head before taking his place at the head of the table, grinning at the smell of Asia's cooking.

"I brought you something, honey," Her dad said. He always brought her home presents from his travels, and they were all displayed on shelves in her room.

Brooklynn smiled softly and set her fork down on the table, crossing her arms in her lap expectantly, like a good girl with manners had been taught to do. She didn't say anything - it was rude to ask, she just waited.

The man smiled, noting her careful manners. They had taught her well. "It won't come until later today though, I'm afraid. I don't think I ever told you, but I am the godparent of a very good friend of mine. When I was away, it was to go to his funeral as he had passed away recently. His son is coming to live with us, because he has no where else to go."

The smile on Brooklynn's face stayed where it was, but it wavered a little bit. A boy, coming to live here? Brooklynn had been an only child and didn't really know how to deal with other kids her age, especially not boys. She wasn't even allowed to think of boys, and one was coming to live with them? She blinked, her stomach hurling itself into a bottomless pit. "May I be excused?" She finally said, pushing her plate away.

Her father looked alarmed, but nodded his head all the same.

Brooklynn rose from the chair and held her composure until she got down the hallway when she couldn't be seen anymore. Then she broke off at a run to get up the stairs and down the hallway, where she jumped right into the shower and was getting dressed in her best dress. She didn't know what to do, she didn't know how to act. She knew nothing about this boy or where he came from. What did he expect her to wear? What did he expect her to look like?

(You can time skip to where he actually comes to the house.)