Elliott followed the maids without a word, not entirely sure what he was supposed to do. He had never come to this mansion before, and supposedly this all had something to do with the Waltz... He sighed as he was directed to sit in the nearby living room area. The person that he was to meet with was taking their sweet time coming down, so Elliott went to his phone as his relief of boredom. 'So, another match is in order.' The first thing he noticed as he clicked on his screen was a message that was left on his phone. It was a simple text, the familiar phone number was his mother's.
'cal mi bak'
His mother had taken to the whole chat speak fad more than he did. Damn thing hurt his eyes, but he did what he was told and called her back. "Ah! Knew you couldn't wait to use your phone!" she exclaimed through the phone, prompting Elliott to retreat away from it. "You know, you really need to be more understanding of a woman's need for preparation! Appreciate that she is willing to get herself all dolled up for you, Elli! You'll enjoy your life better and enjoy women's company more!" Elliott breathed a heavy sigh into the phone, which his mother picked up on. He could tell because she was about to rev up and begin saying something else. That was until his dad spoke to her. It was in mumbles, so he could not pick up what he was saying, but it was short. "Anyways, Elli! I wanted to let you know about what is going on, especially since we left you there without warning!"
Elliott let out a large scoff as he rubbed his temples with his free hand. His ear stayed close to the phone as he hunched over- bad sitting posture, but there was no one in the room to correct him. "That would be nice," he replied with exasperation.
"You are now with the Crestmere family! They are a family that your dfather and I have had close relations with ever since college! The two men in question went to college together!" Elliott sighed as he continued listening to his mother's speech- which devolved into a story-telling session for quite some time. "- So, after the four of us were eliminated from the Waltz, within just a few years after that, we were both expecting! So we essentially made a promise that you two would be fiancees when you grew up!"
"Huh?!" Elliott exclaimed as he almost dropped his phone. Delicate little thing, that phone was. If he dropped it, it may have not survived from it.
"No interruptions, Elli!" his mother replied with her usual joyous tone. "However, we kept it secret for all these years. You see, the Waltz is an important political event! Anything that is borderline legal will be done in order for you to get the inside track on the others. Murder is obviously a big no-no. But, collusion? Espionage? All of THAT is allowed. Stepping into this, we wanted to make sure that we had something in our back pocket just in case. The 'Crestmere-Durham Alliance' has a nice ring to it, doesn't it?" Elliott slapped himself on the forehead.
"So, why am I here then?" he muttered into the phone.
"You can't just see her as a means to an end, Elliott! Regardless of whatever happens in the Waltz, she's still your fiancee!" His mother seemed passionate about saying that. "So, I thought that getting you two together before the Waltz starts was going to be an important step in developing your relationship! You and Lisanna I ship! OTP! ... Did I do it right?" Elliott's mouth gaped open as his lower mouth hung. His own surprise at what he was being told was too much to bear for his brain. It shut off for a few moments. "Well, whatever." His mother just continued on at her own pace. "Anyways, her name's Lisanna. I think its pernounced Lee-sa-nah. Or maybe its Liz-ah-nah?"
Elliott let out yet another sigh. "I'll just let her introduce herself, how about that?"
"Brilliant idea, Elli! You're so smart; that's why I'm so proud of you as your mother! Anyways, bye love. We'll see you at the Waltz tomorrow! Tonight, spend the night with Lis and start getting those heart points going!"
The phone clicked off as Elliott hung his head in defeat. "A whole night here to the Waltz tomorrow... Mother's trying to run me ragged." He sat back, his back hitting the back of the sofa that he was sitting in as he stretched his arms out, grabbing onto the top of the frame, and crossed his legs. He was in no mood to play video games right now. "I guess I can only wait..."
((OOC: Sorry for it being so long. ^^;; ))