A/N: I know that I just posted this yesterday but I read over it for the fifth time and I was like wft did I just write? So I changed some things and just let me know what you all think. I love criticism so please review after you read and let me know what I should do differently or work on.
I descended down the long mahogany staircase. The shoes I wore clicked rhythmically against the hard shined surface. Click Click the soft yet loud sound filled the large empty house. Click click the lonely sound filled my head. Click click my feet lead me down the spiraling staircase to a night of uncertainty. I was confident that after the night was over I would remain single but really, how certain could one be? For all I knew, I could be signing away my freedom right now as we click my heart pounded inside my chest in time with my steps. My heart beat echoed inside my head,screaming at me to turn around and hide. The anxiety sneaking up on me and built rapidly, with each step I took towards my fate, the beating of my heart skyrocketed at an inconceivable pace . My heart hammered relentlessly against my chest, the force making me fear that it would break out of my body and fall to the floor as I watched my life drain before my eyes.
I shook my head, there was no need to worry but with every reason to worry.I had tripped and fallen into a hole with no way out, it's depth inexplicable and it's dark unimaginable. Traveling I was into the lions den with a dark veil pulled snug over my eyes. The fear of not knowing what to expect rattled me and shook me to my core. I needed a way out of this chasm. With my hands hurting and raw they pulled me farther and farther away from the darkness and closer to the unattainable light. My arms shook and my legs weighed heavy like lead but I continued to push ahead in my exhausted state. Up and up I went, the darkness below snapped it's jaws at my heels like a wolf on the hunt. It's teeth digging into me with relentless force and threatened to pull me back down. I felt the dread of never being able to leave this hole alive tug violently at my soul. It's claws shredded my spirit to shreds and breaking me.
The realization that I never would I emerge from the hungry gulch saddened me. The revelation swift as a sword came and struck me in the chest, ripping my hopes apart. I closed my eyes and sobbed tremendous tears of anguish. I coughed and choked on my own cries but the will to I emerged free from the limitless gorge overtook my weary and hopeless state. I continued to climb while I fought back the darkness. It hisses loud in my ears the closer I got to my salvation. It tried harder to pull me back down but I summoned what little strength I had left and I emerged from the hole. I cried hard as the warmth of the sun washed over my face. The overwhelming happiness of finally being free washed away all of my doubts.I was going to be alright but that darkness will be hiding and waiting for me to fall again.
I pushed the back the fear into the dark recesses of my mind and found my heart slowing down. The pounding in my chest stopped and with it the anxiety drifted away, leaving my body.I breathed in my life deeply and allowed my head to clear. The worry seeped out of me like a river making me feel lighter and I was now able to move again.
I absentmindedly caressed the smooth gold banister, it's coolness making my fingers tingle and calming the edge that was still inside me. I admired the gold and spiraling whimsical design of it. It's design flowed like the wind and opened up to the rest of the house. Its walls vast are made from the finest of materials and kissed the shiny wood engraved by artists with the finest of details. Its ceilings arched high like a cathedral or a castle and hugged the walls like a lover. The windows tall like a giant opened it's wide eyes and allowed the natural light of the world cascade in, filling the house in a warm shower of light. This house mad one feel small with its tall ceilings and long winding staircases but it surrounded you like the love of a grandparent and held you lovingly.
As I continued my descent of the never ending staircase, a small hand found mine.I looked down as already knew the owner of the hand. I was greeted with bright shining blue eyes, a mop of pale blonde hair and smile that had teeth missing in spots.
"Char?'' my four year old brother Julien broke the silence whilst sounding confused. I looked down to the boy sitting next to me with his smaller hand holding my larger one. His brows were pulled together in deep thought; his stare was hard and focused as he looked down at both our hands. Mine stood out, warm brown against his milk colored skin. I could see his little mind sorting through his thoughts as it tried to find the right question to ask. He looked up at me, his big blue eyes questioning my green ones,''Why do you look different?'' his voice came out sounding soft and unsure of himself.
I smiled down at the little boy next to me. I tenderly pushed back the long strands of hair that fell into his eyes. He stared back attentively and patiently waited for my answer. He's asked me many questions, of which seemed so trivial, never has he ever asked questions such as this one. That's when I knew that he was growing up and was now becoming aware of the things around him and most importantly, the people around him.
I took a breath as the memory of the infant only being days old made me remember a time of innocence. How when he first looked up at me with cerulean colored eyes brought me happiness then and happiness now. The first smile that he gave me melted my heart then just as it did now. When he first called out my name gave me a sense of pride when he first sought me out. Now he has learned many more words and his eyes are now starting to truly open. The innocence inside will one day be lost to never be found until he has had children of his own.
Trying to keep his innocence intact as long as possible I thought of how to respond to him. I could tell him about my mother, the topic that I didn't really know much about myself. If I answered him with this information it might confuse him and lead to other questions that I didn't have answers to myself. Thus his questions would lead me to more questions about myself. Nonetheless I still had to answer him in a way that my younger brother would understand. So instead I asked him a question of my own,''Why do you think I'm different?'' I asked.
Julien pursed his lips and scratched the top of his head. He looked back down at our hands and squeezed mine softly before he spoke again,''You're special.'' He said with a confident smile etched on his face.
I felt tears well up in my eyes at his innocence. My siblings seem like the only ones other than Helene that accept me but the sadness still ebbs at my heart because I know I don't belong but as long as they are in my life, I will do anything to protect them. I love each and every one of my siblings as if I was their whole sister and not just half. And I love Helene like she is my true mother.
I swallowed hard and blinked away the oncoming tears and took in long even breaths. When I was sure that my voice wasn't going to break and I had regained my composure, I spoke a again in a slow clear voice,''Julien, you're special too.'' I wanted to laugh when he shot me a look of absolute disbelief. I put a hand over my mouth and stifled a silent laugh to myself.
"How am I special Char?'' he tilted his head to the side.
"You're special because God made you that way.'' I didn't have to think of what to say next,''He takes his time to make us because he loves all of his children and that's his way telling us that he we are all special. That is why we all look different from one another. He made me different from you and you different from me.'' I smiled down at him which he returned. I only wished that I would one day believe in my own words.
Accepting my answer he rose to his tiny feet and crawled into my lap. He wrapped his small arms around my neck and hugged me tightly. I wrapped my arms around his tiny body and held him close. I smiled happily and kissed the side of head. "I love you Char.'' He said sweetly and kissed my cheek. If anything ever happened to him I would die.
Julien always made things better. His bright carefree smile is enough to push away any negative and make me forget my woes.
We made our way down the rest of the stairs and exited the house. The housekeeper Eleanor bowed to us and shut the door behind us. I was hit by the warm air that the setting sun emitted as it sleepily made its way to its bed. The outside was aglow by the warm sun that lit everything up like gold. The clouds moved across a beautifully painted sky cascading color in every direction. It's beauty expanding across wide and far like an elaborately colored tapestry splashed with purples like lavender, oranges like the tropics, yellows like sun touched wheat, pinks like the sweetest of peaches and blues like the brightest and darkest of oceans with the moon like a diamond amongst it all. The beauty of the world took my breath away with it's majesty.
Julien climbed into our family carriage before me and I followed closely behind with the help of our driver Gabriel. I held my dress up so I wouldn't trip over the long material and gently grabbed the gloved hand of Gabriel. He nodded his head and I smiled at the older gentleman in thanks. He smiled back making the wrinkles around his eyes more pronounced but also making his kind brown eyes light up before my eyes. I nodded back at him and sat down in the uncomfortable seat next to Victoria.
Julien promptly climbed into my lap and sat with his back to me and his head placed on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around his waist, so if we encountered any bumps the child wouldn't go flying. The carriage jolted forward making Victoria and I lean forward with it and it pressed my parents farther into their seats as the carriage started to move."Julien,''my stepmother began,''wouldn't you like to sit next to mommy?'' she asked and patted the empty space next to her. She eyed me hard and drummed on the seat with her fingertips.
I looked away from her and focused on the buildings going by. The setting sun peeked through the darkening roads every so often, returning the soft wisps of gold to the world. We drove behind a building and the sun was lost again, casting a shadow inside the carriage, obscuring the look that my stepmother was giving me. I thanked the oncoming darkness for its shade and cover from the cold, penetrating eyes, that seemed to no longer chill me to the bone.
I loosened my hold on the boy so that he could leave but he continued to hold my hands to my surprise. He remained in my lap and looked out the window with me,''I want to sit with Char.'' he simply said. He was adamant to not leave my side ever. Hiding under my covers from his nightmares or just wanting to be next to me, he would refuse to leave my side and no one would question the boy or a war would erupt within the house. I felt a smile tug at the corner of my lips but I remained stoic and focused my attention on the scenery as to not seem smug in front of my stepmother.
My stepmother said not another word and we were all consumed in the silence once again. The silence was deafening and it screamed mercilessly into my ears. It weighed heavy on me and suffocated me with its uncomfortable presence. Only when my stepmother is around does the air becomes heavy and I feel choked in its presence. You could say that a knife could cut the atmosphere between us that she has created. It was thick like a foggy night with no sigh of letting up.
I feel no resentment for the women but I can't say that she doesn't feel this way about me. Knowing that you're not the true love of your own first love is a painful thought I would assume. Knowing that he has given all of his love to one woman previously might make one feel like you are the woman he settled for. Seeing me, I am the reminder that she wasn't my father's first choice. I understand I am the reminder that she will never hold the place in my father's heart that my true mother held. I might not know what pain she is feeling but I am no stranger to pain. Therefore, I feel no resentment for her dislike in me because she is a woman and we women are jealous creatures of different degrees. Strangely, I do possess love for the woman despite her dislike of me because despite our history she has kept me from marrying men that even she does not approve of. She may not be fond of me but she will ensure that I have a husband that will treat me right and I respect and love her for protecting me so to speak.
The carriage bounced about on the imperfect road making Victoria and I touch shoulders every now and again. I held tightly to Julien in fear that he might go flying, while I fought to stay firmly planted in my own seat. Our heads bobbed every which way like the weight on a fishing pole does when a fish becomes hooked. Like a fish fighting to get away I wanted to get out of the carriage that was bruising my underside.
The carriage stopped bouncing about as the road smoothed out but Victoria playfully bumped into my shoulder. I smiled back at her and returned the playful gesture. Her eyes glistened clearly telling me that her mother was steaming angry. I made an obviously not so confused face and shrugged my shoulders which she returned by pinching me on the arm and sticking her tongue out. "Victoria,'' my stepmother's voice came out sounding exasperated,''we are almost at our destination and I expect you to be on your best behavior, meaning no more of these childish antics...that goes for the both of you.'' Victoria and I both looked out of our windows with a huge grin on our faces only for Victoria to bump into my shoulder one last time making us both burst into laughter. We may have outgrown our toys but inside we will always be children whether we show it or not. We all posses a child in us that allows us be irresponsible and not have to worry about. It's our way of forgetting our stress and throwing caution to the wind just to have that thrill of being a child again.
"Now now,'' my father said sounding older than what I remembered,''both of you behave.'' he chuckled lightly. Victoria and I as one coughed at the same time to compose ourselves,''Yes father.'' her light airy voice came out innocently enough.
The carriage stopped abruptly, I heard the driver grunt as his feet hit the pavement below him. His feet clicked outside against the stone and the door was then opened,''We're here.'' he said formally. My brother jumped out of my lap and hurried out, no doubt eager to explore the new uncharted territory. We all followed behind and filed out one right after the other. When I steeped off I looked up to see a man and a woman waiting for us in front of a house as large as our own.
We walked up to them and my father and who I now know is Monsieur Enjolras and his wife shook hands and my father kissed the wife's hand politely. He introduced us to the couple as we exchanged greetings. They then lead us inside was cold and spacious with many family portraits decorating the walls. There were also many bookcases filled to the brim with many old and many new books, all of which waiting to be read. There was also a white piano with stacks and stacks of sheet music sitting on the stand...I assumed they liked to read, whether it be music or books, I might get along well with them, for I have a love of reading myself. Any book I pick up won't be put down until I have finished it and music, I adore. Their house was ideal for someone like me or someone that had a busy mind and used the many books to stay preoccupied. But amongst it all the house darkly lit casting an eerie atmosphere over the lovely home.
Once in enough light Mademoiselle Enjolras grabbed my sisters hands and smiled a white smile. The older woman was beautiful now and most likely beautiful in her prime. Her features were sharp and defined as if she was sculpted out of marble itself. Her brown hair was pulled back and the edges were beginning to grey and light wrinkles danced around her mouth and eyes. But her ice blue eyes was the most striking feature on the woman, they seemed to command your attention with their vibrant hue but once they had your attention they spoke softly. Her lips were cupid shaped and held a constant smile on them making her face glow.
However, Monsieur Enjolras was a hard looking man. He was old, his hair was grey like ash, and his wrinkles were harsh. He held a constant scowl, whether he was aware of it or not. His eyes were blue like mademoiselle Enjolras, his just looked colder and harsher and seemed to hold no kindness. He wasn't very pleasing to look at if you ask me, he looks like the serious type that never laughs and only knows his way and won't have anything less. He personally frightened me.
"My dear, you must be the daughter that your father told us about. You certainly look different than I had expected. Nevertheless, you are a pretty thing you are.'' she beamed causing her wrinkles to become more pronounced and prominent. She held nothing back when she spoke and each and every emotion could be heard in it.
My father laughed warmly,''The daughter I told you about is this one.'' he pointed to me. Mademoiselle Enjolras's face fell slightly and released my sister's hands. She turned in the direction that my father pointed in. She looked at me with shock as she took in my appearance. She took a couple steps and now stood in front of me. Her blue eyes were wide as she grabbed me face to inspect me,''My God, are your eyes silver?'' she looked at me intrigued by her findings.
"No mademoiselle, they are green.'' I responded calmly. She leaned in closer, mere centimeters between us. I felt uncomfortable at her close proximity but remained unmoving as she continues her inspection. She looked warmly into my eyes and nodded approvingly,''So they are. Your eyes are absolutely breathtaking. They look silver but when looking closely they are a very pale jade green and they look like they have a bit of grey in them. Gorgeous.'' she said. "My dear you are absolutely gorgeous. Your complexion, hair and everything is fabulous. How are you not married? Oh that doesn't matter, you and my son Alexandre will certainly give me beautiful grandchildren!'' she declared.
I heard my father cough from behind me and I felt my face heat up at the thought. I love children but I can't see myself having them. I enjoy holding their small bodies in my arms as they wrap and hand around one of my fingers. The sweet unconditional love that they give is a precious thought but I can't put myself in the shoes of a mother. Thank goodness I didn't have pale skin I thought to myself. The woman grabbed my arm and began leading me to a room. "Come, my son is waiting in the dining room for us.'' I followed close to the woman and everyone else with us. We walked down a short hall and the smell of cooked food filled the air around us.
We entered the brightly lit dining room, the lighting was much different from the rest of the house. The large table already set and waiting for us. At the end of the table sat their son. He sat leaning back against the chair with a wine glass in his hand and his other one draped on the arm of the chair. He stared intensely off at the wall as if he was in deep thought obviously brooding about something. He remained staring as if he didn't know that we were there or he just chose not to acknowledge our arrival.
Still holding my arm and leading me, mademoiselle Enjolras motioned for me to sit in front of her son. I took the seat and sat down with my hands in my lap and my back straight. His eyes slowly moved to me and stared hard at me. His gunmetal blue eyes pierced through me and I suddenly felt naked and exposed in front of him. His gaze was scrutinizing so I instinctively crossed my arms over my chest to figuratively hide from him. He raised his an eyebrow but he remained unwavering and scrutinizing.
"Oh Alexandre, I told you to wear your blue jacket tonight.'' his mother sounded displeased. He simply responded by pulling his bright red jacket close around himself, the whole time his eyes never leaving me. His hair was wild and gold like the sun, strands of his curly blonde hair fell haphazardly over his forehead and other stray strands over his ears. His jaw was strong and was pulled tight into an unsmiling mouth. He was like a real living and breathing marble statue, with it's features frozen in time. But the gaze he held it was like he was the sculpture and the sculptor at the same time as he observed his own work. He exuded a cold persona that only a statue could hold but he was cold only like a living man could be. How his eyes penetrated and opened me before made me want to stand and leave.
The maids served us our food and filled our glasses before returning back to the kitchen. We ate in little to no silence, the room was filled with chatter and laughter from our families as they exchanged stories with each other and talked about everything under the sun. Every now and then a question was geared towards me which I answered of course and went back to being quiet and under a microscope as Alexandre never took his eyes off me the entire night. He spoke no words and refused to add to the conversation, he simply sat slouched against his chair and downed glass after glass of wine.
His interest in me intrigued me. I wanted to know what he was thinking and why he chose not to talk. I wanted to know what was behind those cold yet beautiful eyes. I just wanted to know the thoughts that were running through his mind and the emotions that he was feeling. Why did he look so I angry? I wanted to know. No man has looked at me longer than a few seconds and here was one staring me down and causing me to shake in my chair from fear. I didn't know if he wanted to kill me but the way he was looking at me certainly would lead one to think so. There was a mystery to him that I wanted to know.
He grabbed the bottle of wine and filled his glass for maybe the sixth time this night, his plate that had gone untouched and was now long gone leaving before him an empty space between us. He narrowed his eyes at me every so slightly and his eyes roamed over my face. I didn't know what he was thinking, he was good at keeping his thoughts hidden that much I had gathered from my uncomfortable evening with the man. I shifted awkwardly in my chair and looked away from him at the wall next to me. I could still feel his eyes on me the entire time, I wanted to ask him to look at something else but stayed quiet. I desperately needed to get out of here and away from his heavy gaze.
"Alexandre, why don't you and Charlotte take a walk around the garden.'' his father suggested though it sounded more like a command. From the corner of my eye I saw him fill his glass one last time. I silently wished that he would refuse and storm off or something because of his apparent displeasure of being here. He got up and walked around the table and stood by my side with his arm extended out to me. My heart dropped and I hesitantly took his arm and rose to my feet. He towered over me with my head only reaching his shoulders even in my shoes. He was much taller than other men that I have met. I felt his muscles stiffen under my touch and he lead me out to the garden, the entire time not looking at me for the first time this night.
Once outside and away from our families he promptly release my arm and strode away. His long legs quickly put distance between us. To say that I was confused by his actions was an understatement. I was at a loss for words as I followed the intense man, I had to walk faster than I had wanted just to keep up with his long strides. He ignored my efforts to keep up with him and continued farther into the dark garden. I looked up at his face that was faced forward and unchanged from our time in the dining room.
I held my skirts up as to no trip over them and narrowly avoided a divot in the yard. He didn't stop and took a long drink from his glass which infuriated me,''Is there a particular reason that you are so thirsty this evening Monsieur?'' I questioned,''As much as you have drank, I wouldn't think you would be thirsty.'' He stopped walking and looked at me with his cold stormy eyes, making me take a step back. He responded by taking another long drink from his glass.
He stood silent in front of me, his eyes continuing to study me as they did before. He chose not to answer me and looked away with a look of disinterest in me. We stood for several long uncomfortable moments and I spoke again,''Is there a reason you are choosing to become inebriated in my presence?'' I asked incredulously. Again I was met with his silence.
I crossed my arms in anger and looked hard at him. This man was going to make me feel naked and exposed and he was going to examine me like I was some new species and then he wasn't going to speak to me? On any other occasions I would welcome the silence from other men but he interested me. I didn't know what it was but I wanted him to talk to me, even if it was just one word. The more curious side of me wanted to hear his voice, while the angrier and less intrigued side wanted me to slap his drink out of his hands. "Are you at least going to talk to me ?''
He looked blankly at me and raised his glass to his lips. Enraged I snatched the glass out of his hand and I downed the rest. The sweet bitter taste slid effortlessly down my throat. Just like him I was going to need the alcohol just to deal with the person in front of me. He raised an eyebrow at my actions and his eyes widened slightly in shock. I guessed that no one has ever been so bold around him because he was a condescending individual and his eyes spoke in volumes that warned you to stay back. As quick as a snap of a finger his expression changed to one of annoyance,''I much prefer you when you're not asking questions.'' he said coldly with authority. His voice was deep and rich, much different than what I would have expected. I was expecting a harsh wolfish voice to emerge from the man and not the nice one that he had.
I glared at him, the nerve of him. I was only trying to decipher his actions as to why he was acting so coldly and indifferent towards me. Yes I didn't know him but he didn't know me either, the least he could do was respect me and talk instead of drinking himself into oblivion. Was I really so bad that he had to drink ? I know myself be very pessimistic and nagging when angry but surely he hasn't seen that side of me yet, "So you can talk.'' I bit out harshly.
"Of course I can. Do think you think me a simpleton?" his voice was as emotionless as his face.
"Only a simpleton can stare at someone an entire evening and come away with nothing to say.''
The corner of his mouth tugged up in a sort of smile and he spoke again,''Did you ever think that I just don't want to talk to you?'' he sounded amused.
I felt my pulse quicken as an even hotter anger consumed me as I fought back the urge to bludgeon this insufferable man. Never have I ever wanted to cause bodily harm to another being but something about him got me riled up and angry,''Has anyone ever told you that you are an unpleasant and most importantly a rude individual?'' I asked.
He didn't seem fazed by my response instead he asked me a question of his own,''Why did my parents choose you? Were you the last woman that my parents were able to find to set me up with? If so they did a pathetic job, you're annoying and you just won't shut up. If they thought that in a thousand years I would be interested in a woman such as yourself, they were dead wrong. '' he said harshly to me.
"How do you think I feel? My parents are trying to set me up with an insufferable, unpleasant drunkard. You are by far my last choice of man, in fact you would never cross my mind as a possibility.''
"Mademoiselle, I am no drunkard, that would be my friend Grantaire. I am only drinking so that I may be able to endure yet another night of having a woman thrust at me by my parents.''
I sighed out and played with the ends of my hair, a habit of mine that I would do when frustrated and it helped to relax me. I looked at him with hooded eyes and felt the anger slowly ebbing away. He wasn't drinking because of me so to speak, he was drinking because he hated having the pressure of his parents forcing him to meet a woman. If anyone understood him, it was me. Noticing my sudden withdrawal from the conversation he spoke a little softer, his voice never losing it's edge and authority,''Why are you hear? I don't mean why did your family bring you here but why are you here.'' he questioned.
I looked into his eyes this time with no anger. I felt that I could answer him truthfully considering that everything I have told him was true,'' I'm here because my parents want me to marry.'' I said honestly. It was the truth, they brought me here so the could play matchmaker with us. They should have gotten to know him because they would have known that we would have never liked one another...ever.
He nodded in understanding, though hardly noticeable his eyes softened and his shoulders relaxed as he took me in in a different light,'' Do you want to marry?'' he asked.
"NO.''I answered immediately alarmed by his question. Was he considering me a viable option? If so I was discreetly searching for the nearest escape route.
He looked genuinely amused by my response and he actually looked kind for the first time tonight. Any other time I might have found him attractive but right now I didn't particularly like him,''Neither do I. My parents insist that I do but I see no need in doing so.'' he said. I let out the imaginary breath that I was holding,''Which is why you are going to spend Friday afternoon with me.'' he said seriously.
I jumped at his invitation and sudden change of character,'' Why would I spend the afternoon with you?'' I questioned him. Tonight was horrible and I couldn't imagine spending anymore time with him. Spending an afternoon with my stepmother seemed more enjoyable than spending one with the likes of him.
"Why wouldn't you spend the afternoon with me? As far as we both know as soon as you leave we are going to be asked numerous questions regarding our feelings towards one another, so why not make them think that we are interested in one another and have the magnification of the microscope on us lessened? There will be no harm done and you and I both share the want to not marry or find companionship of the romantic sort. So why not spend a couple evening a week with me?'' he said thoughtfully.
I rolled my eyes,''I don't like you...at all. The idea of more evenings with you is almost unfathomable and a wretched thought. I would rather be drug behind a horse and carriage than to see you one more time.'' I spat. Between us it would be the battle of Troy all over again. Great, lengthy and ego killing. Our words would be our spears. Our glares our shields. And our hatred would be our swords that would cut deeply. And our bodies would be discarded on the battlefield only to be revived for anther great war.
He chuckled, it was warm a sound that rumbled around in his chest,''Then it's settled. Friday at noon at Cafe de Flore.'' he said.
I shook my head,''I won't show up.'' I said matter of fact.
"Then I shall fetch for you.'' he mimicked my tone.
I looked at him in disbelief, he was crazy or maybe just drunk. What he was proposing was crazy and wouldn't work. What would happen after we drug out whatever we were about to start too long? Our parents might catch on to what we were doing and then I don't know what would happen. The possibilities were endless. Second, I truly wanted nothing to do with this man but how he spoke he sounded so sure of himself and in my ears, the idea sounded good but flawed. How, would we get along? It seems like in minutes we could be set ablaze by our anger and resort to insulting one another. How would I deal with taking these blows?
His idea was crazy but also brilliant, it would indeed take me out from under the microscope like the first time I was courted and the pressure would be off of me. The idea of not having to worry about who was I to meet today was comforting. I longed to have that each day and he was offering to help me because at the same time we would both would be relieving one another from our oppressive parents. The idea was comforting.
I nodded and submitted to him. He nodded back at me and extended a hand out towards me in a business manner. I guess we were conducting a sort of business contract between us. But feeling nothing holding me back and the sweet taste of freedom on my tongue (or maybe that was the wine) I took his hand which he kissed.
When he straightened back up to his full height,''See you then. Just make sure you're ready because if I have to come and get you myself I will drag you out in whatever you are wearing. Be warned, I am not a patient man.'' he smirked at me. I rolled my eyes. This was going to be a terrible idea.
A/N: Whew, this is honestly the longest chapter that I have ever written on this site =). I have a general idea of how I want this story to go I just need you guy's feedback. Love it? Hate it? Let me know what I should work on to improve this and let me know what you think should happen. So please don't be shy and R&R. Love you all and goodnight.
ps: sorry if there are any grammar issues because I tend to write at like three in the morning. I get inspiration at ungodly hours of the day.