"Finally, my love, we are here."Raoul said grabbing his new wife's hand. Christine stood staring at her new home. It was a perfect little house, with white shutters and blue paint. Flowers overtook the front yard, and a weeping willow caressed the rooftop. A flower-lined sidewalk lead up to the white front door. Leading them into their happiness. They walked hand in hand up to the door. Christine traced the numbers that were nailed, perfectly, beside the door. A tear came to her eye. She blinked them away and buried her face into Raoul's chest.
"What's the matter?" He said tilting her face up with his fingers.
"I'm just so happy. As a little girl, I dreamed of this. The perfect little blue house, with white shutters. The gold plated numbers, the flower lined sidewalk, the perfect neighborhood," she looked deep into Raoul's Dark blue eyes. "The perfect husband." She buried her face into his chest once more, than pulled away. Raoul smiled and reached for the doorknob. He slowly turned it and swung open the door. This revealed a little room, abandoned by their previous owners. It was empty, with only spider webs as the decor.
"Needs a little work." Christine said, with a slight chuckle in her tone.
"The movers won't be here until morning. Let's get comfortable." Christine walked over to the staircase that was placed on the far wall. She traced the engraved flowers on the staircase banister with her index finger. A smile was permanently set of her face, as she traveled around her new home, examining everything.
A knock came at the door. Raoul slowly edged his way over to the door, Christine went on as if she hadn't heard it. He swung open the door and found a rather tall, blonde woman standing in the doorway.
She greeted him with a smile. "Hello neighbor! I'm Cathy. I live in the yellow house to your right." She stuck out her hand, urging him to shake it. He did, than replied,
"Oh, very nice to meet you. My name is Raoul and this is my lovely wife, Christine." He gestured towards the kitchen where Christine looked up through the arch way. She gave a slight nod and carried on with her searching of the house.
"Where did you all move from?" She ran her hands through her blonde hair.
"Paris." He said blankly.
"Ahh. Beautiful city. Well, I came over to say hello and invite you to the neighborhood concert that is being held tonight, at the park just down the street. It starts at seven. I know its short notice, but I truly hope you will be able to make it." She quickly glanced at her watch, seeming to be in a hurry. She than placed her pale, thin hand on her hip.
"We will try and make it. See you later." He gave a nod in her direction and closed the door. He didn't want to seem un-welcoming, but he wanted to be with his wife. He looked over at her. Her beautiful curly, brown hair fell softly on her breasts. Her eyes, always fixed on the most random things.