Then one day, everything changed. My mom told me she was getting married. I had no idea she had even been seeing someone. I just thought she was working more.
“He’s a great man, Tina, he’s going to take care of us. He wants to meet you, and so you’re going to come to dinner with us at his home next week.”
“What? Where is this coming from mom? How long have you been seeing someone? Why didn’t you tell me?”
At fourteen I was definitely a bundle of emotions and finding out that my mom was engaged to some guy I’d never even met was way too much to absorb at once.
“Relax, honey. I wanted to wait until I knew it was really serious before telling you, since I didn’t want you to get your hopes up about anything.”
“Why would I get my hopes up? We’re fine without a man, aren’t we?”
“Of course we are, darling. We get by. But I love this man, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”
“Fine. When’s the dinner?”
“Next Tuesday. Look, I know you’re probably not the biggest fan of this idea, but it’ll get better. I promise you’ll like him.”
“What’s his name?”
“Elton.”
“Elton? That’s totally an old dude name.”
“I’ll let Elton John know you said that.”
“He’s old. He’s got to be what, sixty?”
“Fine. Maybe not the best example. But Elton Hunt is a very nice man, and I want you to give him a chance.”
“Wait. Hunt?”
“Yes, as in that Hunt. So be on your best behaviour.”
“Holy shit mom, you nabbed yourself a rich dude!”
“Manners, Tina.” My mom frowned at me this time.
“Fine, I’ll be good. I promise.”
“I know you will. Thanks honey. I’m going to go to bed.”
With that she kissed me on the forehead and left me with my thoughts. The Hunt family was one of the most famous in the country. They were basically the Kennedys, two of them were in Congress and the Senate, and none of them had been President. Yet. And my mom was going to marry Elton Hunt? The man was in charge of the entire family fortune, he was known as the dealmaker of the family, the one who made all the money they earned to make more money and get more influence.
Holy shit, I’m going to be able to buy tons of awesome stuff was the first thing that popped into my head. Sure, I didn’t go to the best public school in town or anything, and my mom did her best, but it was pretty rare for me to get actually nice new clothes or things like that. The first thing I’d hoped was that Elton Hunt wouldn’t want his new stepdaughter to dress from stuff she got at the thrift shop. Typical fourteen year old, right?
* * *
The day of the dinner my mom came home earlier than usual to get ready.
She ran from end to end of our small apartment like a Roomba, aimlessly trying to make sure everything was perfect. I put on my nice dress and shoes, then spent the rest of the time studying for my math test the next day. After all, Elton Hunt might have money, but I still needed good grades.
At exactly ten past four we headed down to the lobby where a sleek, black BMW sedan was waiting for us. A man jumped out of the car and opened it for us, and while my mom got in like the perfect woman she was, I’m pretty sure I stood there gaping at how awesome this was for a minute before realizing I should try and do the same as my mom and getting in myself.
The seats were so soft, so plush, so comfortable. So much better than the seats in the odd taxi I’d been in, or my friend’s parents’ cars. I couldn’t stop stroking the leather, and while my mom redid her makeup, I just took in the atmosphere of this car.
The drive to the Hunt estate in Weston only took about half an hour, and when we finally got there, I felt my jaw drop once more.
We pulled through a security gate where the driver entered a code to get the gates to open. The driveway was at least three hundred feet long, lined with maple trees whose light brown and red leaves were just starting to fall gently onto the road in front of us. When we got to the end of the driveway, we were in front of the most amazing home I’d ever seen.
A cross between the old world style and the new, we pulled up past three full-sized garages, in front of a huge mahogany building that looked like a version of an old English estate home, but way more modern.
Luckily for me, I was so starstruck by the size of the house – it was bigger than my entire school, that much was obvious – that I didn’t make my first social faux-pas of the night by getting out of the car myself; instead I didn’t notice until the driver came out and opened the door for me that I was just looking out the side window of the car, wide eyed and in total awe of what I was seeing.
I’d read about places like these in books, I’d seen pictures of them on TV and in movies, but there was still a part of me that never really imagined people actually lived like this. Until now.
I barely realized that I was on my tip-toes the whole time, on edge, trying not to make any sudden movements or do anything that would draw attention to me. This wasn’t a situation I was comfortable with. This wasn’t me. This was rich-people life, and I wasn’t a rich person.
My mom went up to the front door, and I followed sheepishly behind her, simultaneously trying to look around at everything while also trying not to make it obvious that I was staring.
The front door opened noiselessly as we arrived on the stoop. That had to be magic. There was no way there was someone sitting there waiting for people to come up and opening the door for them.
As soon as we entered, a man in a suit greeted my mom with a nod. I barely noticed him though; instead every single inch of the incredible foyer captured my attention, it was like something out of a Disney movie. The mahogany hardwood floors went perfectly with the light orange walls and white elaborate cornices. A staircase lined with plush scarlet carpet led to the upper levels, and enormous rugs gave the whole room a cozy, warm feeling despite the enormous size and obvious wealth that had gone into it.
“Ms. Ressler, welcome. And this must be your daughter,” the man greeted us with the most stereotypically high class English accent. I smiled nervously.
“Yes, this is Tina. Tina, this is Mr. Andrews. He’s the man in charge of all the staff here, if you ever need anything, you can ask him.”
“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Andrews.”
“And you as well, Miss Ressler,” he replied with a small bow. I wanted to giggle into my hands, this was all so formal, but I figured that would probably be frowned upon and tried to put on a serious face, like I understood the gravity of just being in this house. He continued: “Mr. Hunt is currently in his study. Miss Ressler,” he added, referring to me, “his son is currently in the yard, if you wanted to meet someone your own age.”
“That sounds great,” my mom pitched in before I had a chance to answer. “I’ll go down to the study and see Elton, if you could take Tina down to meet Kiegan.”
“Of course, Ms. Ressler,” he replied, and before I knew what was happening my mom’s heels were clicking on the hardwood floor away from me, the sound getting softer with every passing step, and I was by myself with the butler in the middle of the most amazing room I’d ever stood in, in the home of one of the country’s most famous families.
“If you’ll follow me, Miss Ressler,” Mr. Andrews told me, leading me towards a hallway on the left.
Even the hallways in this place were elaborate. There were old portraits on the walls of people I assumed must have been Hunt ancestors, going back to what was obviously the 18th century.
“So the Hunts were some of the earliest Americans?” I asked Mr. Andrews as I noticed the date on one painting – 1769.
“Yes, the family has been here since the 1720s, when George Hunt came to discover the New World. His son William was instrumental in beginning the foundations of the movement that eventually led to the War of Independence, and it was after Massachussets and the rest of the thirteen colonie
s became the United States of America that the Hunt family truly became a household name, as it is likely that without George and William Hunt, the independence movement would never have received the steam that it did.”
“Wow,” I whispered, slightly awestruck. Being in this house, among these people, was like really being a part of history. I suddenly felt like I didn’t belong, like I was some kind of impostor who should go before making an idiot of myself. I didn’t have a chance to, though, as Mr. Andrews led me out a large set of French double doors and into a perfectly manicured backyard.
“Young Kiegan Hunt should be out there somewhere. I can help you find him, if you’d like.”
“Oh it’s fine, thank you,” I replied. “I can find him, it’s a nice day out.”
With that I sprang into the warm sunshine of the late afternoon onto the grass so springy it felt like I was walking on pillows.
I made my way away from the house, not really realizing the true size of the estate. Strangely enough, I never saw a single sign of another person.
“Kiegan?” I called out, wondering where the Hunt son was. I had been hoping for someone my own age to hang around with, but only the birds answered, chirping away that they were leaving soon to go somewhere warm for the winter.
“Kiegan?” I asked again, moving in slow circles, looking around. After what must have been twenty minutes or so I gave up. The sun had been steadily dropping in the sky, and twilight was on its way. I made my way back to the house, and it wasn’t until I was within the warm embrace of the walls that I realized how cold it was getting outside at night.
I wandered through the halls until I found someone, a woman in her 20s who had obviously been cooking given the amount of flour on her outfit.
“Excuse me,” I asked shyly.
“Yes?” she answered, looking surprised.
“Um, I was supposed to go out and find Kiegan Hunt in the backyard, but he’s not there. Um, I just sort of thought I should let someone know, in case he’s in trouble or something?”
The girl laughed. “Yes, he probably is in trouble.” My shocked looking face must have made her realize I wasn’t nearly as nonchalant about this fact as she was, as she quickly added, “don’t worry, Kiegan Hunt goes off on his own fairly regularly. I’ll let Mr. Andrews know for you.”
“Ok, thanks,” I mumbled, and the girl rushed off.
Wandering through the halls, I came across Mr. Andrews once I finally found the entrance hall, after at least fifteen minutes of wandering.
“Ah, welcome back Miss Ressler. Dinner is about to be served, I’ll take you in to the dining room now if you’d like.”
“Thanks, Mr. Andrews,” I replied. “I wasn’t able to find Kiegan outside. I told a girl, and she told me not to worry, that Kiegan goes off on his own sometimes.”
Mr. Andrews sighed. “Yes, I’m sorry you weren’t able to find him. He is a little bit of a free spirit that child. Well, no matter. You’ll be siblings soon enough, I’m sure you’ll get to know each other very shortly.”
With that I was led once again through the maze of halls, to a dining room with a huge table, rectangular and big enough for at least a dozen people. It was set for four, and I noticed Mr. Andrews subtly removing the cutlery from one of the spots. I supposed Kiegan must have been expected for dinner.
I sat down at one of the seats and a couple minutes later my mother came in, followed by a man with hair that was just starting to grey at the temples but was still thick. He had one of those chiselled faces that you knew must have been good looking years ago, and a confidence that made him seem younger. It was a face I’d seen quite a few times in newspapers and magazines, but it was still strange to meet Elton Hunt in person.
“Ah, you must be Tina, it’s lovely to meet you,” Elton Hunt greeted me like I was an old friend, holding his arms out. I went forward cautiously, and he took me by the shoulders and kissed my cheek gently.
“It’s very nice to meet you as well, sir,” I replied.
“Please, please, call me Elton. After all, we’re basically family now. You’re welcome to call me dad if you want too, but I’d understand if you don’t.”
“Ok, thanks Elton,” I replied with a nervous smile. Was I seriously on first name basis with one of the most powerful men in the country?
“Alright, let’s get down to dinner, shall we? I’m starving,” he added, sitting down. Like clockwork, a second or two later a couple of waiters came out with plates of salad as an entrée. I looked down at the four forks set next to the plates and remembered my mom telling me to start on the outside and work my way in.
“So Tina, your mom and I were talking about your education. She tells me you’re quite the good student.”
I nodded, my mouth full. Swallowing quickly, I replied, “well my grades are alright, I guess.”
“While modesty is a virtue my dear, honesty is important as well. You were the top student at your school last year.”
“I was, yeah,” I replied, and I could feel a blush crawling up my face. I wasn’t used to being the centre of attention. Usually I tried to blend into the background and not draw attention to myself.
“Well, we’ve been discussing it,” Elton continued. “Since it’s the beginning of the school year, we think it would be good if you could join the Moreton Academy this year. I’ve spoken to the admissions people, and while you would have to work hard to make up for the two weeks you’ve missed already, I’m sure you’d be able to catch up with the work no problem.”
The Moreton Academy? As in, the most prestigious private school in Boston? It was rumoured that ninety percent of graduates from there went on to the Ivy League.
“Wait, that Moreton Academy?” I asked. Of course it was that academy. After all, this was a family that was used to the best of the best. My mom shot daggers at me with her eyes, but Elton just laughed.
“Yes, that one. The Hunt family has been attending for over two hundred years.”
“Wow. I don’t know what to say,” I almost whispered.
“Thank you. You want to say thank you,” my mom said, and I nodded.
“Yes, of course. Thank you, Elton.” Again I could feel embarrassment crawling through me. Why couldn’t I have been born with my mom’s perfect social grace, instead of being completely awkward.
“Not a problem. You’re a part of this family now, Tina. The Moreton Academy will be honoured to have you.”
It all felt so completely unreal. Dinner passed by in a blur. I remembered the food being amazing, Elton Hunt being way nicer than I expected, and being thrilled at the end of the night when we were piling back into the car to head back to Boston that I hadn’t made any major screw ups that I knew of.
It felt strange, but I was actually excited about this new change in my life. I was going to go to a great school, one of the best in the country. I was going to have a dad, for the first time in my life, and he was actually really nice. I was going to live in a huge house. It was all going to be amazing. Little did I know how wrong I was.
CHapter Three
As I found out really quickly, the Hunt family moved fast. With everything they did. They were not time wasters, and literally the weekend after the dinner at the estate my mom told me that everything had been sorted and I was starting at the Moreton Academy on Monday.
“Wait, already?”
“Yes, absolutely. The school year has already started and Elton doesn’t want you getting further behind than you have to.”
“Oh, ok.”
“I went out today and bought you your new uniform, you’ll have to wear it at school from now on.”
My mom placed a shopping bag on the bed. “I know this is going to take some getting used to, but believe me honey, it’s going to be for the best.”
“I know mom. Thanks,” I replied. She left me alone and I dug through the bag. I had never owned clothes that nice before in my life. My mom had bought me four black and red blazers, five white blouses to go underneath it and
three pairs of black and red skirts. A few pairs of matching socks and some black shoes sealed the deal. I didn’t have to try any of them on, I knew my mom had a great eye for sizing people up and I knew it was all going to fit.
As Monday arrived and the car came to pick me up to take me to school, I realized just how nervous I was. This was totally new to me. Was I going to fit in? Of course I wasn’t. This school was for the rich and famous, for the intellectual elite, for the people who had houses bigger than my old school. For people like the Hunt family. Not for people like me, who never really went hungry but also didn’t go out to eat for dinner very often because it was too expensive. It wasn’t a place for people who shopped at the thrift store.
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