Chapter2

That night was the last time she saw Erik. Just four days after the incident with Roal Kristine was married to him. Soon after they were married Roal begged her to move to a small town in Germany, she agreed. As time passed the memory of Erik was whiped from her mind, and although her life was happier than she had imagined, there always seemed to be something missing.

Everything had been going great for 15 years, Kristine was a mother of two beautiful daughters and was actually beginning to feel like a part of the small town that she lived in. That was until one day while she was shopping with her oldest daughter Amanda.

"Mom?" Amanda asked out of no where," When you were married to Roal was he the only man you loved? Was there ever someone else?" She looked up at her mom innocently, she was about to be married too, it seemed a tradition in Kristine's family to get married before the girls 15th birthday.

Kristine looked off at the bakery on the corner while all the memories lost came back to haughty her," To be absolutely honest…" Her voice traild off when she realized that she couldn't possibly tell her daughter about what had happened between Erik and herself," No… but if you are not in love with Sir William(the man her daughter was to marry) then you shouldn't marry him. It is a sad life that is lived in regret." She said fighting back tears, and obiviously trying to hide it from her daughter.

Later that night Kristine sat on the edge of her bed looking at the on small photograph she had of Paris. The truth was she missed everything about paris. The smells, the sights, everything, but mostly Erik. As she was sitting there Amanda walked in with a bag full of clothes," Mother?" she said in almost a whisper," I don't love William…" she sta beside her mother handing her the bag of clothes," I'm going to Paris and I want you to come with me!" Kristine looked up, shocked," What makes you think I would want to go to paris, Amanda?"

"I know you left something there, I can see it in your eyes every time you look at that photograph… and I'm going with you."

Kristine didn't know what to say or do, but soon she found herself traveling with her eldest daughter to Paris.