Chapter
3
"Winifred Foster!" Her mother called to her, shrilly.
"What, Mother?" Winnie sighed. She had woken up rather early that morning and was now in her room, simply sitting. Thinking of Jesse Tuck, as she did most days now that she had throw out the water. She felt tears stinging in her eyes, as she thought about it. She would not be with Jesse for eternity now.
"Winnifred, have you finished packing your belongings for Paris? The boat leaves in three hours." Her mother informed her as she came into her daughter's room.
Winnie gasped, she forgotten that today was the day of her departure. "No! I forgot to...I'll do it now, though."
She immeadiatly jumped off her wooden chair and dumped all of her white, lacey dressed into an old brown trunck. She packed everything she might need and more until finally she was finished.
"Winnifred!" Her father called up to her.
"Yes, Father?" Winnie called back, knowing that it was time to depart from her home.
"It is time to leave, Winnie. We have to go meet the boat." He informed her.
"Of course!" Winnie raced downstairs with her trunck in hand and flew outside to her father's car.
It was the beginning of an adventure. her adventure.
Weeks later, Winnie arrived in Paris. Her mother had agreed to letting her go alone, so here she was. In Paris. She sighed as she sat in her hotel room, where she was staying for the duration of her trip. It was an elegant, sumptous hotel that her mother and father had arranged for her to have.
"Miss?" A butler came into her room with a tray of food and drinks.
"Thank you, Sir." Winnie smiled politely and accepted the food that her mother had requested for her. She'd requested that everyday at six o'clock she be served her dinner.
"Of course, Mademoiselle." He nodded and exited her room.
Winnie quietly ate her dinner and was suddenly aware of how truly tired she was, she finished off the meal and set the empty silver tray down on her nightstand. Then, she changed into a plain, whie cotton nightgown and slid under the sheets to sleep for a while in peace.
The next morning she awoke late, later than she ever had, and she was fully rested. She smiled to herself, feeling the sense of freedom and happiness that she got when alone. She jumped out of bed and changed into her day clothes rapidly. Today, she would go to the Eiffel Tower. She clapped her hands excitedly as she opened her door, to leave.
She walked through the main entrance of the hotel and outside into the bright, nearly blinding sunshine.
"Mademoiselle, can I 'elp you?" A man with a heavy French accent asked her.
"Yes. Do you know how I can get to the Eiffel Tower?" Winnie asked him, unsure.
"But of course! I shall take you zere!" He grinned, triumphantly.
"You don't need-
"Ah! But I want to, my cherie." He smiled, warmly.
"Alright." Winnie sighed.
"My young, American friend vill take you zere." He nodded over to a young, handsome man, who looked about seventeen or eighteen. He wore fine clothes, a dark overcoat, a pair of silk pants, a dove gray vest and a black top hat.
"Hello." Winnie grinned shyly at the handsome man.
"I know France well, my uncle has taught me all about the marvelous country. I'm Henry Whittmin." The man told Winnie.
"Winnifred Foster." Winnie announced, clearing her throat.
"Allow me to show you France!"
Winnie blushed and gasped, as she realized that looking into this wonderful man's eyes, she had forgotten Jesse Tuck.
