I heard the distinctive steps approaching the living room. Soon, Gatsby and Nick appeared with Tom by their sides.
"Oh, go make us a cold drink, it's rather hot in here," I sighed.
As Tom went to fetch the drinks I got up and walked over to where Gatsby was, and pulled his face down to kiss him on the mouth.
"You know I love you," I murmured, drowning in Gatsby's hypnotizing blue eyes.
I returned back to my chair and called out to my daughter.
"Bles-sed pre-cious," I crooned stretching my arms out to her, "come to your own mother that loves you."
I noticed Gatsby stare. It felt like ice as if he could not believe the existence of my daughter.
Tom came back with the drinks and said that luncheon was ready.
"Oh!" I cried after everyone was finished with their meals, "what shall we do with ourselves this afternoon?"
"Let's all go to town!" I suggested breaking the silence.
Gatsby's magical eyes drifted to mine, and we stared intently at each other as if we were the only ones in this huge world and not caring if Tom was staring at us.
Tom's voice boomed thought the dining hall. "All right! Lets all go to town!" He got up out of his chair and called the butler to get our car. A wedding white Royce Rolls Sliver Ghost. As Tom rose from his chair, Gatsby stood up to excuse himself to get his car.
Tom placed his rather large hands on my back and led me to our car. But I stepped out from the circle and walked close to Gatsby, touching his coat and lightly placing a hand on his arm.
"I'll go with Gatsby and you take Nick and Jordan," I ordered as I turned away from Tom and followed Gatsby to his rich green colored Bentley Coupe.
"It's sad, isn't it?" Gatsby pointed to the wasteland. Looking at the waste land was like watching a silent movie. There was no color, it was grey and hazy, just like my life. For a minute, I sat there staring at Gatsby and reverted my gaze back to the scenery. New York was approaching from the horizon of the Brooklyn Bridge, inching closer, when it suddenly hit me. With Gatsby, everything turned to color, the haze was gone and I could see clearer. I felt the wind blowing against my hair and I felt incredibly free.
"Anything is possible in New York," I murmured as I placed my head on Gatsby shoulders and felt him stroke my hair.
I untied my scarf from my neck and let it fly loose. I watched it drift in the sky as the wind carried it further and further away. It was like watching your soul fly away. There wasn't enough room for anymore mistakes and regrets. As we made way into New York City Center I felt renewed.