Disclaimer: All characters are property of Jenny Han novelist of Shug. This is a piece on what could have happened after the novel ended.
Grace awoke with a start, an alcoholic-induced nightmare perhaps. Her head was spinning as she tried lift her head off the bed. She shifted her hand instinctively to seek comfort from her companion.
Only he wasn’t there.
“We’re done Grace y’hear? Done!”
“See if I care you ungrateful bastard! Leave! I don’t care! My daddy was right for sayin’ you were bad for me!”
“Everything I’ve done, everything I am doing, it was all for you Grace! All of it!”
“I never asked you to do anything for me Jack, I haven’t asked you to do shit in ten years!”
Anna bustled into the room when she saw an abnormality in the room. It was a person she assumed, looking out the window, completely lost in thought. Perhaps another one of her master’s models?
“Hello, are you a friend of Master Grey?”
The figure spun around, her unsual skin colour startling the android, as she tried to process and come up with an answer, but she could not.
“You have woken early this morning, Master Grey. Breakfast will be ready in a second. The coffee is on the counter as usual.”
“And what’s for breakfast?”
“Pancakes, Master Grey.”
I’m not dead!
Well, I’m not, but my computer is. I came home from my trip to find my desktop of a whopping 5 years managed to breathe it’s last final breath and take away everything. All my photos, all my music, all my programs, and all my sims. Thankfully Lush Valley is played on my laptop, so that’s still intact.
Now we’re trying to pry everything (well what we CAN, we being me and my cousin) from the burnt crisps and hopefully my sims are just hibernating in there.
So sadly this will be on a break until I can pry my sims (hopefully!) out of the wreckage.
Hey hey y’all!
I’m flying off to Paris for a month which means no updates on anything, not here, not on Lush Valley, but perhaps on my personal blog which really is just me bs-ing on life and anything posted would be in french so perhaps if I feel the urge to, I might, but to be safe don’t expect any updates before July 29!
Psst Chapter 15 is up! Look below!
To darling Devonny,
Thanks for reserving such a beautiful house for me. I will move in shortly, I believe by next week. I hope to see you there at the christening of my new abode!
-Love Renée
Excerpt from the diary of Devonny Winden,
As my past diary entries have proven, I must’ve been a love blinded fool to have lived a lie for this long…
Excerpt from journal of Lex Winden,
I’ve been spending a lot of time playing the piano lately, it’s supposed to help and expand my creative expertise. But lately. I don’t think I can live like this anymore. Devonny has been paranoid ever since I became friends with April Scarlett down the road…
