Cold, cold water surrounds me now Who: Melody and Gwyneth Where: Melody's house When: mid-afternoon
Gwyneth had flown from Amsterdam to New York on Sunday, not wanting to face the hassle of going through customs and claiming her luggage only to have to get on another plane. Instead she stayed the night in a hotel before returning to the airport in the morning and flying on to Michigan. It was lunchtime when she flagged a taxi outside of the airport, and she did her best not to think too much on the drive home. She didn't often think of Scarlet Oak as home, far happier and more comfortable flitting through Europe, but she supposed it was telling that Scarlet Oak was where she ran when things got to be too much. Or at least it had been since Alessandro had died.
When she got back to the house, she put her bags in her room and, satisfied that her clothes weren't rumpled and she didn't look like she'd spent the past day and a half traveling, left again before any of the resident Hathaways realized she was back. She headed straight for the garage, sliding easily into the driver's seat of the car that had been well taken care of for her while she was gone and pulling away. It wasn't long before she was parking just outside of Melody's house.
Gwyneth rang the doorbell, slid her sunglasses off and hooked them on her purse, and hoped that Melody wasn't busy down in the studio.