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All Men Are Babies-
Chapter 12: Coincidence, I Think Not
After two days of riding on the train and sitting next to the smelly, babbling old woman, Zachariah Salazar had finally arrived in Paris, France. Smelling, the crisp air of Paris, thirty-two year old Zachariah looked around the city of love with unblinking eyes. Sighing, he stepped off the platform ready to fulfill the reason for traveling to Paris.
"Oh, young man! Oh, young man!" the crackly voice of the annoying old woman paged him.
Annoyed, Zachariah spun on his heel to look at her one last time. "Yes?" he seethed.
"Good luck and say hello to your girlfriend for me! She is so lucky to have someone so romantic like you!"
God, if he ever saw that woman again, then she just might have to meet the same fate as poor little Anastasia Nikolaevna. And that fate was not something anybody wanted happen to them-to join their relatives in the sky sporting sparkling wings and golden halos.
Putting the old woman out of his head forever, Zachariah Salazar begun his search for the princess Anastasia. Although thousands, perhaps millions of people populated the city of love on the Seine, Zachariah was determined to find the lost Romanov Princess. Because the Romanov Princess Anastasia was there someplace in Paris, Zachariah knew that Paris held the key to his happiness.
First, Zachariah decided to find himself a room in a hotel. Because Paris was one of the biggest cities in France, Zachariah knew that chances were he found not find Anastasia within the day or probably the next day either. The hotel was in the heart of the city, the Eiffel Tower could be seen from the entire north side of the building. Zachariah stepped into the lobby and looked around. Why was just about everything in Paris so extravagant?
"What can I do for you, Sir?" a bald, overweight man asked Zachariah.
"A room would be nice," Zachariah snapped back sarcastically. The manager working the front desk handed him a room key and Zachariah picked his luggage up off the floor and took the stairs to the second floor.
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Bored out of his mind, Zachariah Salazar decided to take a walk not from his hotel. A moonlight walk by the Eiffel Tower- well he wasn't the only one who had the idea. Thirsty, Zachariah bought a hot beverage to sip. Comfortably seated at a marvelously carved table outside the diner. A beautiful redhead was holding onto a young man's arm. Oh she was beautiful, like the dear Grand Duchess Olga. Curious, Zachariah pulled out a old worn photograph of the royal siblings he took from the palace after the revolution. He needed something to remind him of what his dear Olga looked like and this was the closest he got. Though this time, he didn't just look at Olga. He went down the row until his eyes landed on the face of eight year old Anastasia. His eyes snapped up as he looked at this beautiful redhead. Besides for the ten year difference between the two, this young woman and the grand duchess in the photo were identical.
"Dimitri," he heard the woman say to the man she held onto. "Look!" she exclaimed pointing towards the grand and infamous Eiffel Tower. Unable to hear the man, Zachariah watched him whisper something to her before lightly kissing her.
Either this was the princess or there was a lot of coincidence. And Zachariah Salazar didn't believe in coincidence. "Well, Princess, I found you at last."
As he continued to watch this woman-the princess Anastasia of course, he couldn't help but see his beautiful and darling Olga. With that he couldn't help but remember the last promise he made to his dear, sweet Olga. If we can't be happy Princess, then no one in your family will be happy.
Well, that was chapter 12 and Zachariah knows who Anya is! Yes, there is a lot more to come and this is only the beginning. Please review if you liked this chapter, and chapter 13 will be up soon!