#{ liliah-kate }
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Aurora bay seaside || Open || @aurorabaystarter
“Nice day, huh? Just the right amount of breeze.” The sound of the waves crashing and the warm breeze put her in a perfectly cozy mood to enjoy the romance novel she’d brought along while getting some sun. Glancing at the person who’d taken residence near her; she cleared her throat and laid the book she’d been thumbing on her chest. “I fear I’ve made a grave mistake though. My legs haven’t seen the light of day in months, and I forgot my sunscreen at home. You wouldn’t happen to have any, would you?”
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Lilah-Kate Millington
The greastest of luxuries is your secrets
TW: teen pregnancy, death, illness, child birth, secret child, heart attack
FAST FACTS
Aurora bay native, 40
Friendly, compassionate, guarded, clumsy
Publushing Editor
Quite by nature, but hotheaded when angered.
Big people pleaser, has a hard time standing up for herself or saying no to others.
Has cat named marmalade
Lilah-Kate fell in love with a blue eyed boy named Christopher at 16, was heartbroken when he left, discovered she was pregnant later and wanted the child so much. her parents passed off the baby off as her younger sister. Recently her daughter learned the truth
Loves to read, knit and is a worthy scrabble opponent, loves tea, hates the feeling of sand in her clothes
Turned down a marriage proposal from her long time boyfriend because she’s afraid of commitment
Has been hooking up with a guy named Gary who works at the local grocery store.
Has a descent singing voice, plays the piano.
Was a horse girl growing up. She competed in equestrian jumping competitions.
Still sleeps with a stuffed horse she’s had since she was a little girl.
allergic to apples
The only child of ruthless California politician John Lionel Millington and his wife Kathryn, a concert celloist, Lilah-Kate was bread to be an ideal daughter, with that came a never ending pressure to please her parents. She felt like a puppet on parade at social events growing up. Not a hair out of place, or an uncouth act. Her parents kept her extremely sheltered and structured with piano lessons and studying, leaving little room for her to step a toe out of line.
Her favorite pass time was losing herself in a book. She found solace in the warn pages, her mind venturing off on grand adventures she longed to take but never would. Her parents had done a good job of snuffing out any big ideals the girl had. She felt trapped, unable to go against them. Her life was a comfortable but lonely, and mundane in existence. She had little friends outside of her family’s circle. Her first taste of freedom came when she began her Cotillion course during the spring her junior year. For the first time in your life, she felt like she had true girlfriends and was able to have fun without her parents breathing down her neck. She had been paired with a blue eyed charmer as he’d escort and within the first week she was in love with him. The two continued a secret romance on through the rest of summer following the coming out ball.
Her heart shattered when she learned he’d be moving away with his family come august though he promised to call and left her with junior class ring. By mid October she realized her left her with more than a ring and a aching heart, she was carrying his child, a thought that terrified her to her core. Her parents were going to be beyond disappointed. She couldn’t face them, so she hid it until school let out for Christmas break. As predicted, her father was furious and her mother mortified about what this could mean for the family name. Their little girl, ruined, an unwed mother. She sat for hours, knees up and tears flowing in her parents study while they argued over how to handle this issue. They couldn’t even acknowledge that it was a baby. Never asking what she wanted. Not that they had ever cared what she thought.
It was finally decided they would raise the child as her younger sibling. Her mother would announce she was pregnant again and the family would leave as planned for their planned ski trip to the Hampton’s. Days later word got out that had Lilah-Kate broken her back in tragic accident which left her bed bound and unable to attend the spring semester. It was a horrible lie, a perfect horrible lie that everyone believed without question. She hated going along with it, getting cards and flowers and phone calls of well wishes while she was locked up in her family home waiting for the baby to come was torture. Her parents made it clear she could never tell and soul, and she never did. She threw herself into her studies and tried hard not to think about it. The baby came in late April. A girl, and in may Lilah-Kate returned to walk across the stage to receive her diploma, the whole student body cheering for her recovery as she gave her salutatorian speech. She’d never felt more ashamed in her life.
Lilah spent the summer trying to bond with her daughter. She even plucked up an ounce of courage to fight her parents about raising her. She hadn’t agreed to any of this after all. All summer they wore her down, Eventually, she began to believe them. She was crummy mother. She wasn’t sleeping due to the baby’s colic and postpartum depression hit her full force. All She was barely seventeen. She couldn’t be anyone’s mother. Who was she kidding? Her daughter would be much better off with her parents, as her sister. As usual, her parents knew best.
Defeated, she left Aurora Bay to attend college in the fall in New York where she studied literature and journalism. She hardly came home after that. Staying away was easier, out of sight out of mind, but when her mother got sick seven years later and passed she had no choice but to come home and help her father care for her little ‘sister’ it was an adjustment at first, and things were a bit awkward, but they fell into a groove. Then, her father suffered a heart attack five years later and never fully recovered, so Lilah took over guardianship of her then 12-year-old sister, moving into the family estate and works mostly from home editing manuscripts and looking after their dad. She tried her best to be there for her sister, to be what she deserved which was certainly better than her. Her parents words still embedded into her brain. She loves the girl dearly, but keeps her at arms length most of the time. Afraid to get too close.
Just recently; their father passed away leaving the girls to sort out the estate. While cleaning out the house her sister accidentally discovered the truth. They weren’t sisters, they were mother. Their long time family secret revealed, Lilah-Kate isn’t sure how to proceed. She’d never planned on telling her the truth, it was easier, not disrupting her life or ruining the relationship they have now.
Free from her parents grip finally, and the truth out, Lilah’s realizing just how sad she really has been all these years. Her life has not been her own, and she wonders if this is all it’ll ever be. Is it too late for her to embrace herself as she truly is; instead of who she was expected to be?
WC'S
Sister/daughter : Raised as Lilah-Kate’s younger sister, and only found out the truth recently.
Family: Cousins
Friends : From high school, the cotillion from family connections/acquaintances. Collage.
#tw child birth#tw secret child#tw death#tw heart attack#tw illness#tw teen pregnancy#{ liliah-kate }#intro#aurorabay.intro
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I have loved you from the moment I knew you were going to be born. Before you'd even come into this world, I knew you were going to be the light of my life.
And you have been.
I know I wasn’t honest, I never meant to do you harm.
Please, come back to me.
@alice-katelin
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Vivan's office || @vivian-whitehall
“Sh-she … she knows. She found..out somehow and she.. left and note and.. and I’m sure she hates me!” Lilah hiccuped, her tears steaming down her face as she stood at Vivian’s door; a complete dishelved mess. She’s confided the truth in her some time ago, that Alice wasn’t her sister, but her child, the great millington family secret. One she wasn’t ready to face; but had no choice. “This isn’t how I wanted her to find out… I don’t.. I…” She couldn’t even finish her sentence. Lilah wasn’t sure she ever wanted her to know for this exact reason. She’d tried to tell her so many times as she grew older; when her parents influence no longer mattered, but the fear bubbling beneath the surface that she’d lose what they had, a pretty close sisterly relatnsionship always kept her from it. Now her fears seemed to all be coming true and she wasn't sure she could cope with it.
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Aurorabay vet clinic || open || @aurorabaystarter
The storm outside was Lilah’s ideal for reading. She wanted to curl up in a warm blanket with some tea and get lost in it all. Unfortunately; the power going out and animals whining pulled her from that fantasy. She didn’t want to waste her phone battery using it as a reading light so she closed her book. Her mind went back to her leg. Being trapped inside the vet clinic during the storm wasn’t the worst thing; she did have a small gash on her leg that she was sure they could treat along side the animal she’d found earlier and brought inside. “Well, if we’re gonna be trapped here for the storm at least we’ve got some furry friends to keep us company. I wonder if they would let us pet them?” She asked; hopefully. “I don’t suppose you’ve got a candle or a flash light hidden somewhere in your pocket? You’d think this being a clinic they would have back up generators.”
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Hospital || @amayapowers
Lilah-Kate burst into the room half frazzled; care package in hand. “I would have been back here sooner, but a nurse tried to tell me I couldn’t come back here because visiting hours hadn’t started yet today. I gave her an ear full.” She smirked, her eyes still blazing with anger as she sat down her things and leaned over Amaya’s bedside to give her a gentle squeeze. Like hell they were gonna keep her from seeing if her dear heart was alright. Seeing her like this hurt Lilah’s heart. “I am so relieved your okay; do you know how scared I was when I found out you’d been brought in? I was picturing the worst! My chest is still pounding! Feel! I tried calling and texting but the signal was awful at the clinic even when we got power back. Tell me everything.”
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I want you to know that you will always have me around.
I gotcha.
@alice-katelin
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@christopher--palmer || Outside Oceania books
She’d met him first on a Monday; and saw him last on a Friday afternoon. It was complete accident they’d even run unto each other. She’d been distracted while riding her bike on the shoreline with a friend and plowed into him. Mortified, she’d went to check that he was alright and apologize profusely. The first thing she’d noticed was how blue his eyes were, how kind. He could see her, really see her, no one in her life had before. He’d given her hope for a happy life. They shared one short summer; summer of love and adventure like in the books she devoured. He was her Darcy and she his Lizzie Bennett Her life had been a shelter lonely one up until Christoper came and she clung to the hope that they could find their own happy ending together. She was still sixteen though, and very much under her parents thumb. He would wait for her, he’d said. She didn’t know her heart could hurt like that until she watched him drive away; the book he’d left his number and address in clutched to her chest. Up until then she’d read of heartache in novels, crying tears of empathy for fictional characters; always a hopeless romantic. To live it first hand was a truly miserable thing. She missed him endlessly, and wanted nothing more than to be with him; but unforeseen circumstances kept her from dialing those seven numbers like she’d promised. When she did finally pluck up the courage to do so much later, it was too late.
She saw him almost everyday now in the face of their daughter. Christie had her eyes, but the rest of her was him all over. The baby was her family’s best kept secret; she’d been raised to think she was Lilah’s much younger sister. Only Lilah-kate knew the truth. Up until her father’s death a few weeks ago when Christie finally found out. Things had been tense sense. Lilah couldn’t blame her for being upset. She’d been upset over it for twenty-four years; the secret eating at her. How she wished she had the courage back then to stand up to her parents; then she could have raised her. Or; If she’d been brave enough to call him, Chris wouldn’t have been robbed of knowing about his daughter.His blue eyes still invaded her dreams sometimes. Try as she had over the years, she never could forget him. He was still with her; and always would be. Maybe forgetting was over rated.
Lilah had never been very spatially aware, so really it was risky for her to be walking hands full and texting out of the book store. She’d been in a hurry and thus didn’t see the person coming in until they collided and her books went flying. “Oh!” She yelped, gripping the strangers shirt in an effort to steady herself. “God! I’m so sorry, I-“ She lost all ability to speak as she met ocean blue eyes. She’d know those anywhere. It was him. Suddenly her legs felt weak and she nearly lost of her footing all together. “Da- Darcy?” She sputtered out; brows knit as she studied him in disbelief. Her delicate fingers daring to graze his cheek. He was real. Her heart thundered in her chest. “How? How are you here?? They told me you were dead.” She all but whispered. That’s what his father had said when she’d finally plucked up the courage to reach out years ago. Yet here he was; looking as handsome as the last time she’d seen him. Was she dreaming?
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