Brooklyn Anderson
It had been raining most of the morning just stopping before the funeral, when they sat down Brooklyn's gave caught Trevor's and she quickly looked away, funerals always made her anxious as she had never lost a member of her own family, didn't know what it was like or how to act, funerals just bothered her in general.
The funeral had been long, Brooklyn had been the only one her father had brought and she knew exactly why. Brooklyn was a young and pretty little thing, her father would often bring her when he was dealing with younger business partners in order to gain their trust and favor. When the service had ended Brooklyn walked up with her father to offer sympathy for the loss, her fathers hand sat gently in the small of her back most would think it was a protective gesture of a father to a daughter but Brooklyn knew how her father played this game and was aware of how he was more showing her off. He had been good friends with Mr. Field but had never met the younger son, he was using Brooklyn to ease that as Trevor was close to her age maybe a couple years older than she was.
After giving his sympathies Christopher looked over at Brooklyn. "This is my daughter Brooklyn." Brooklyn smiled kindly but didn't say a word until her father cleared his throat. "Um..." She started trying to compile the words in her mind. "I didn't know your father well, but I was fairly close to Jake. I'm sorry for your loss, it must be hard." Brooklyn rarely knew what to say to people who had lost a family member. She had never experienced the pain first hand and had no idea how hard it was or what it was like she could only imagine it.
"I want you to go up to the mansion tomorrow. Get to know Trevor a little but more, spend some time with him. I have letters his father wanted me to give to him anyway." Christopher waved it off as if it wasn't a big deal. "I don't think that's a good idea." He laughed a little bit. "Of course it is, flirt with him here and there. You did wonders on his older brother."
"Jake and I were just friends." Brooklyn sighed knowing there was no point in arguing, it was just her fathers ways, he was a business man more than he was a father and always had been that way. She took the letters hesitantly agreeing to drop them off making it clear that would be all she was doing.
Brooklyn walked up the millions of steps that lead up to the Field Manor, the house had always given the creeps. When she got to the large double doors she rang the door bell smiling when Nathan, the house butler opened the door. "Ah, Miss Anderson. How may I help you?" Brooklyn shifted slightly. "I have some letters from Mr. Field for Trevor...My father asked me to bring them." She followed Nathan into the house taking a seat where he gestured for her to sit, she held the letters tightly in her hand while Nathan disappeared to get Trevor. She glanced around the room she was in and knew it was one of the smaller ones in the unreasonably large house.
When Trevor came into the room Brooklyn stood. "My father asked me to bring you these." She started extending the letters to Trevor. "He would have come himself..." she trailed off trying to think of the word to say. "But he was busy." She tucked her hair behind her ear it was more of a habit than anything. "Miss Anderson, can I get you anything?"
"No thank you Nathan." Brooklyn smiled at the man before he disappeared again, sitting down again once Trevor did, she watched him for a few moments before looking down at her hands, she hadn't stepped foot in the house in a very long time. "I think they might be business letters but I'm not sure. It's not really my area."