Michelle awoke as the sun rose and cascaded through the window, her caramel- brunette hair strung across her clean crisp white pillow. she let out a small yawn as she adjusted to the light. she turned her body around to face the back of Robert, watching his chest rise and fall as he ever so slightly snored, before tracing shapes on his back until she heard him sigh, she couldn't stop herself from letting out a small giggle. He turned around and faced her, running his hands though his silver hair. Michelle cupped his face and kissed him deeply, holding the kiss, savouring every moment. She stared into his deep, sea blue eyes and let out a small smile as she finished kissing him.
''I really should get ready for work'' He muttered before returning his lips to hers momentarily ''and so should you'' he finishes
Michelle nodded, not really listening to anything he said, because she had different ideas. She lay on top of him and pulled the covers over their head giggling.
half an hour later she was stood facing her kitchen counter, now dressed in an all black dress with golden hoop earrings, a birthday present, and a pair of carvellas to top the outfit, her lips sealed with blood red lipstick while her hair was slightly pressed back by a pair of cat eye sunglasses, pouring coffee into two mugs, leaving one and topping the other up with almond milk, she listened as she heard whistling from the bathroom being drowned out by the noise of pouring water, as the steam drew from underneath the door, she continued to listen as the water stopped and then moments later the bathroom door swung open and her husband emerged from the steamy room, a lone towel wrapped around his waist.
''Good morning'' she smirked slightly
Robert just laughed, walking over and collecting his coffee, topping it up only slightly with regular milk, he walked over and kissed Michelle slightly on the cheek while she grinned and placed a hand on his back.
''I'm going to go open the bistro up'' Michelle spoke softly
She picked up her phone and the keys before leaving the apartment, her heels rumbling the floor of the apartment blocks as she pressed the button for the lift to go down
as she stepped out on the street the cold air hit her immediately as she shivered slightly, her breath causing a small cloud in the air as she made her way to work, slowly regretting not collecting a coat.
''It seemed so warm with the sun being out'' She thought to herself
She turned down onto Viaduct street and stepped up the curb, she put the key into the door of the bistro and pulled the door open, as she stepped into the foyer she was faced with a framed picture on the wall, it was of her, with a beaming smile being swallowed by the lights of times square in the city of manhattan, wrapped with a tartan scarf around her neck and a bobble hat on, engulfed in her moncler coat. It was on their honeymoon, it was in January so it was absolutely freezing over there, but it was magical because it was just after christmas meaning there was still so much buzz of the city life and the lights and decorations still light up and complimented all areas of the city. Underneath the frame wrote the words in cursive letters
''To my wife, the woman who I live my life for, the woman who motivates me to carry on, the woman i owe my life to. this is for you, our business, our empire.''
followed by a cursive heart. She always found this gesture so sweet and wholesome, a reminder every day when she came into work that she was loved and appreciated. She smiled as she opened the other door, leading into a dark restaurant before she flicked the light on. She walked around slowly taking all the chairs down and setting the tables, opening the register and setting up the bar. Just then the staff began to come in, lead first by their new waiter Emma. a stunningly beautiful blonde girl in her late 20's, she smiled at Michelle
'Morning Mrs Connor' Emma beamed before signing in
'Morning sweetheart' Michelle replied
She took herself into the office, singing the computer on and sighing as she looked around at the framed pictures on the desks of her and Robert. Happy times captured in moments, she finally laid eyes on their wedding day photo, the happiest day of her life. She slipped the key into the desk draw and opened it up, she pulled out a scarf, she didn't recognise it, it not being her style anyway, she smelt it slightly and the purfume on it was strong but not familiar. Her heart sank and her mood turned sour, she threw the scarf back into the desk, slamming the door shut, becoming quickly breathless as she sat back in the chair, as she covered her mouth with her hand and closed her eyes.