With great ambivalence, Emi boarded a plane from London to Paris. She would miss home, as she always did, but honestly she was looking forward to getting back to her craft. Due to her uncle’s death, London had brought about a family reunion of sorts. Of course, it wasn’t a cheerful occasion, but it was nice to see everyone again. All the kids were growing up, and really quickly too. Emi’s cousins - the twins - Eryn and Mya were three years old now. Emi hardly ever got to see them since they lived in South Africa with Emi’s aunt Bella and uncle Nathan.
Then there were the Barthels from New York; the family Emi was closest to. Jesse was three years old now too. Then there was also Rhys. Emi’s 17-year-old adopted uncle. He was in no way connected by blood, but Emi considered him family anyway. The only thing that set him apart from true family, at least when it came to interacting with her, was that he was incredibly flirty towards her. Rhys seemed like one of those ‘bad boys’. A total flirt, a tough guy, but Emi had a feeling that he really was a sweetheart on the inside. She’d invited him to visit her in Paris, but mainly because he was so insistent on visiting. She’d made one thing clear though: he could visit but he would not be staying in her room, and the flirting had to stop. “Goodbye, my Ballerina,” he’d said the last time they met. They’d chatted over some sweet pastries and coffee/tea, and then parted. Perhaps Emi had met a new friend for life. Gods knew that she found it difficult to find and keep friends. Rhys was a bit rough around the edges, but Emi looked forward to him visiting in Paris. Until then, it was time to adjust to student life again.
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