I decided to split this chapter into two, it was over 3,000 words. Now that's a lot to take in, Don't worry, I'll post the other chapter as well, so in theory you'll still be reading 3,000 words but it won't feel like it. Yes, I'm strange like that, but anyways thank you for all the support I've had so far, please continue to review, follow, favourite. I love hearing what you think, I will try and answer any questions you have either in the next chapter or I'll message you. Thanks again! (:
Chapter 7
Her alarm chimed at 8am, but Caroline was already awake. She'd been awake for a few hours now, unable to sleep any longer. She couldn't contain her excitement, meeting Klaus was what she had always dreamed of and now today was the day that he dreams actually came true. The words he said on that DVD span round and round in her head, she over analysed every word, trying to find sense. She was well known for 'over analysing' a situation but in this case, she deemed it perfectably acceptable.
It was exactly eleven hours and thirty minutes until he would pick her up; it definitely wasn't enough time for her to decide what to wear. Her hands swept over her clothes in her wardrobes, looking from skirts to dresses, shorts to trousers but nothing looked right. It wasn't perfect. Almost ten outfits later, Caroline finally found something that looked half decent, compared to what else she found in her house.
It was a sheer blue long sleeved blouse, tucked into a small black pencil skirt. She paired it with a long silver heart chain and silver bangles to match. It took her a while before she actually decided whether or not to wear tights or to go without but eventually she chose without, it went better that way especially when she wore her black peep toe heels.
Caroline glanced at herself in her full length mirror as she tilted her head from side to side; trying to make sure she got the full angle of her appearance. At the moment, her hair was straight from the day before, so she took out her curling iron to give back those curls that she was so fond of. She wrapped her blonde hair tightly around the iron, holding it for three seconds before taking another strand.
She took this opportunity to think, just take the time out of her busy morning and just sit and think. She thought about all the exciting things that had happened so far, thanks to Klaus. How he made her take the risk and do things that she would never even consider doing on her own accord.
She took in a deep breath, smelling the fresh air around her. It was like she was breathing in new air, like she was on her way to a new start. Her nose started to wrinkled as she began to smell a rusty sooty smell emerging around her; she even began to see smoke as her mind brought her back to the present. She screamed as she realised she had burned a strand of her hair.
She dropped the curling iron on the floor "Shit" she whispered as she ran to the switch to turn it off. This long darkened strand was hanging in front of her eyes, taunting her with what she just did. If she wasn't so shocked, she may have fainted. As she got over the shock she began to panic, how the hell was she going to cover that up?
It wasn't like a stubborn pimple that could just be disguised with foundation or over plucked eyebrow that could be redrawn in. It was as though she had brunette hair, it wouldn't be as bad if she had dark hair but instead she had the blondest hair that was known to man. Thanks Mum, she thought to herself.
Her fingers sped away as she began to Google information on her phone about how to treat burnt hair, but no success. Surely, she wasn't the only one who burns their hair? She tried to conceal it, throwing her another hair over it, colouring it in with chalk, she even considered cutting it out. After all, it was only half way down the strand
"Shit" she repeated as she sat on her bed, staring down at this hair. It was now five hours, until Klaus would fetch her and here, she was tackling her 'bad hair' day. Even that was an understatement, she wanted to scream.
She sighed, there had to be a way round it, she smiled as she plaited the strand and clipped it. Caroline had to admit, it looks ridiculous but hopefully Klaus will act like most men and be completely unobservant. There was nothing she could do now, she turned on her curling iron once more and began where she left off.
"Outfit, Done, Hair, Done, Makeup, Done" she spoke to herself as she checked off all the things on her list. It was time. Exactly 7am. She spent most the day, cleaning up the mess she left from trying on clothes. She had everything sprung across her bedroom floor; it definitely wasn't how Caroline liked it.
Looking in the mirror one last time, she glared at that brunette reminder plaited neatly along her blonde locks. She rolled her eyes, before she heard the door bell ring
"Breathe Caroline" she whispered, taking in deep breath, as she clasped the door handle. She pressed her lips together, evenly spreading her lip gloss before she dared to open the door
"Hi, I'm –"she looked over to see open air, before she felt a tug on her skirt. It was a little boy standing there looking very lost at her doorway "Yes? Can I help you?" she smiled, at this small ginger kid staring up at her
"Erm...My ball"
"You're ball?"
"It's in your garden. Can I go get it please?" Caroline's frowned ceased as she nodded, letting the boy wander into her household. She took one last look around before she closed the door.
Before she could even blinked, the little boy was back again, this time with his ball and without a thank you, he ran back out. She was surprised that he managed to know where to go so quickly, not that her house was a maze but she had never seen this boy before, well she thought she hadn't.
"Charming" sighed Caroline, taking a sip out of her glass of wine. She looked at her watch, 7:05pm. Please don't stand me up thought Caroline as she hovered by her door, and as if he heard her, the door bell rung again
Opening the door, quicker this time than before and there he was. All dashing in his black and white suit and charming dimpled smile. When she looked at him, she couldn't help but share that smile with him
"Hi" he said softly, still not breaking their eye contact. It was like the world had stopped turning, she had waited so long to see him and now that she wasn't she wanted to pinch herself. Was he this handsome when she saw him at Buckingham Palace? She thought to herself, still smiling at him like a fool. She knew he was good looking, she had a reminder of that everytime she played his DVD but seeing him in real life, seemed somehow different, he was different.
"Hi"
"Oh these are for you?" he handed her the beautiful bouquet of flowers, which she never noticed before. There was a mixture of blues and purples, ironically matching the colours of her outfit. If she didn't know better she would have thought, he planned it. Maybe he was watching her.
She remembered her hair and flinched, I hope not she thought as she linked her arm in his
"You look dashing, love"
"Oh this old thing? It's nothing, I just threw it on in the last minute" he chuckled, as if he knew that wasn't the case
"You don't look so bad yourself" she overlooked his suit, it was all black with a clean white shirt and a small black bowtie. It seemed quite an old fashion suit considering how modern he claimed he was
"Just something I threw together" he winked, mocking her previous comment "After you my lady" Klaus gave a gentleman bow as he opened the door to a large white limousine. Caroline was so wrapped up in staring at Klaus that she never even realised what she was walking towards.
"Are you being serious?" she was gobsmacked, never in her life had she been in a limo, and her first time would be with Klaus. She looked at his face as he began to grin at her. Why was he always smiling? She thought, not that she was complaining, he looked at his best when he was smiling
"Oh my apologies. Would you rather sit on the roof?" she rolled her eyes, as she ducked her head and sat inside. She tried to take it all in, it had simple lights around the corners and a little sliding glass window that connected the passengers to the driver. There was soft music playing quietly in the background. She slid along the black leather seats as Klaus handed her a tall glass of champagne
"To...formally meeting" he winked
"To formally meeting" as they clinked glasses, she stared through the tinted windows at London at night. It truly was magnificent. She would probably remember this moment for the rest of her life, Klaus really did know how to make an impression
"I never did ask you, how was the Tower Bridge? I personally haven't had the pleasure of being up there but my sister tells me it is definitely worth the visit"
"Why didn't you come with me then?" her attention was now on his
"Well, I didn't want you to feel like I'm imposing or anything. I wanted you to enjoy yourself"
"I would have preferred it, if you were there" the limo was silent for a while as it began to slow. He was practically glowing inside, even before they met, she wanted to be with him. It made he happy to know that they had that kind of bond from the very beginning and that he wasn't the only one that felt it.
"We're here" he softly touched her hand, as he opened his door and left the limo. Just as she was about to do the same, her door flung open with a happy Klaus staring down at her. He held out his hand, as she placed hers in his as she 'gracefully' left the limo.
It was quaint little restaurant, that Caroline had never come across before. It didn't seem that far away from her house, so she was surprised that she had never seen it before. They walked in to see a friendly gentlemen standing there looking very smart in his uniform. He smiled at them
"Welcome to Al Le Cart"
© Ms Zola, Aug 2012
