AN: Hi Guys. I know I said Fridays, but I have to post at least the first chapter now. The next chapter will be this Friday
Please let me know what you think about this!
Love Maria
Chapter one
Welcome is Sydney
Hermione awoke at seven o'clock in the morning with sunlight filtering through the glass doors onto the small balcony of the hotel room. She rubbed her tired eyes and sat up slowly. She stretched her olive-brown hands over her head and yawned for a long moment. She threw both her legs over the edge of the bed and put on her slippers. She took her underwear, a yellow summer dress with daisies and a headband with the same pattern from the trunk on the floor in front of her bed and went into the bathroom.
She stripped off her white satin nightgown and went into the shower. After a hot night in Sydney, was she sweaty as if she had come out of the sea and her hair? They certainly weren't happy about the weather. Slowly she traced the curves of her body with coconut soap and hissed gently at the touch of the icy drops of water.
When all the cold-warm water had run out and was only ocean-ice, she climbed out of the shower and wrapped a white towel around herself. She made a bun on her head in front of the big bathroom mirror and fine-tuned her face with a fine layer of makeup. Eyebrows, eyelashes and a little proofreader.
She put on a yellow dress, put a headband in her hair, and took one last look in the mirror.
"Perfect," she said, smiling at her reflection in the mirror and stepping out of the bathroom. She quickly packed her things in her purse, made the bed, and slipped out of the room.
Hermione stood outside the hotel entrance, looking around for a quick breakfast. After a moment she saw a small corner cafe, so she put on her sunglasses, and walked determinedly toward it.
Hermione sat down in the small front yard and opened the MENU. She read it for a moment, then closed it again and put it on the table. She decided to shorten her wait for the waiter by looking at the map. She wanted to be 100% sure she knew where to go.
"Good morning, welcome to our cafe. What can I get you?"The waitress smiled at her. "I'll ask you for an espresso and your breakfast special. thanks" Hermione smiled, the waitress disappeared into the cafe, and Hermione returned to her map.
About ten minutes later, her breakfast appeared before Hermione. Hermione put the map back in her purse, poured milk into her coffee, and looked around as she stirred the drink. It was indeed a beautiful day, the sun playing with one cloud in the sky, and the sea breeze ruffled Hermione's bun. Hermione spat out her morning coffee as she stared into the crowd of people waiting to cross the small one. When she saw the colour of one of those people's hair. But that's not possible. She said in her head, wiping her chin quickly with her napkin, When she returned her gaze to where she had seen him, he was no longer there.
That's impossible. No one's seen him in over two years. And what are the odds of him being in Sydney...
Hermione stood in front of a two-story building with a dental office and a psychologist on the ground floor. She took a deep breath and read the sign on the door again.
Wendell and Monica Wilkins - dental practice.
With one last deep breath and exhalation, she reached for the doorknob from the waiting room. She planned to ask around for work. According to the information they had on the Internet, they were hiring, so Hermione made some adjustments to her CV. She sat down on the orange plastic chairs in the waiting room and looked around. The walls were painted pure white and decorated with frames of photographs. When she saw the photograph of her father skiing, tears came to her eyes. It was with her, on Christmas break in the fourth grade.
At the sound of the door opening, Hermione quickly wiped away her tears and rose from her chair. Her mother was standing in front of her.
Everything in her heart told her to hug her, to apologize and never let her go again.
"Miss?"Monica's voice interrupted her. "Oh, I'm sorry." Hermione apologized and felt herself flush. "All right, it happens to me sometimes. Are you booked?" She asked with a smile.
Hermione cleared her throat after an unsuccessful attempt. "I'm here about the nurse job? I'm new here, and I read online that you're looking for help." Hermione smiled. "Oh honey, I'm sorry, but the lady we gave the job to just walked out of here." Monica apologized.
Hermione's heart stopped at that moment. She had it all planned out so well. As a nurse, she would be in daily contact with them, she could help them remember. But now what?
"Are you all right?" Monica asked, noticing Hermione's reaction. "Ah, yes, of course, I-I was sort of counting on the job." She was half right. "I'm really sorry, but we promised the girl." Monica went on.
"What's the matter, Monica?" came a male voice. Dad
"Oh, a girl came here for the job," Monica explained. And Hermione stared at her father, looking the same. Tall, with hazel eyes and a shiny head. Hermione doesn't even remember seeing her father with hair.
"It's all right, I won't, um- I won't bother," Hermione began to panic and back away from her parents. She bumped into chairs, of course, with her blunt movement.
"We can ask Derek," suggested Wendell. "Oh yes, he might know about some work is probably in yours-" Monica continued
"ahem, no, that won't be necessary. I- uh, thank you," Hermione said quickly and ran out of the office. When she opened the door, she hit someone. She didn't see who it was, only the doctor's coat. "I'm sorry." Hermione apologized, trying to get as far away from the office as she could with a quick step.