Amy was finishing up her breakfast when she heard the water stop running in the bathroom. She wiped her mouth with the napkin and stood up. She moved to the large closet and opened it. Seeing as Reynolds had ordered food for her this morning, he must've ordered them to unpack their bags and arrange their clothes in the closet. That was thoughtful of him and she was grateful. Living out of her suitcases was already becoming a thorn in the flesh. Her face turned red as she imagined that the workers must've seen those flimsy nightwears. She chose a pair of white heels to match her top. She closed the closet and watched as Reynolds got out from the bathroom. Amy was astounded by how a man could look that good in anything he wore. Reynolds was devastatingly handsome. He was dressed in a blue button down and a pair of jeans. He wore a casual outfit better than most models did on the runway. He walked to the closet where she stood. He opened his side and picked out an Armani watch. He put
Amy did her best to hold in her laughter. The whole situation was hilarious. She had expected her day to be eventful but she hadn't expected it to begin the way it did. She just hoped Reynolds was not aggravated enough to back out from showing her around. "You sure must find that funny as she took a liking to you and not me." Reynolds said and that was when Amy realized she was grinning widely. So much for reigning her laughter in. "She definitely didn't like you," she giggled. The old woman definitely did not like him,given that she had taken her granddaughter's scolding better than she had Reynolds'. "We'll visit Parfumerie Fragonard first as that is closer. Shall we?" He asked. Amy noticed the impeccable way he pronounced the French words. "Yes, we shall." She was more than happy that the previous happenings had not made him change his mind about touring the place together. They walked for a short distance till they reached a building with 'Parfumerie Fragonard' written boldly on
"Thanks for showing me around today," Amy flashed him a grateful smile. They had just arrived from their tour. Amy was spent and delighted. She felt fulfilled from the day's activities. From the start of the day when they encountered the old lady, she knew she'd have a good time the rest of the day. "Glad I could be of help," Reynolds answered. "As we have a few more days to spend, is there anything else you'd like to do?" He asked. In her entire life no one asked her what she wanted. But with Reynolds, it was like he knew what she wanted. And it made her stomach flutter and her heart beat rapidly. "If there is an amusement park around, I'd like to visit," she replied.Hopefully there was one here in Grasse. She had never been to an amusement park. Not even when she was a child. It had been a pain to hear as a kid when her classmates talked about visiting amusement parks with their families. Her dad claimed it was no place for a young lady of her status and class. And besides she h
Amy was hurt. Just when she thought things were going well between them,Reynolds had gone and abandoned her. It shouldn't be a biggie that he chose work over her right? But it did. Which made her aggravated. She was so annoyed that she could punch her pillow. She didn't understand why she was mad at him. He didn't owe her any responsibility. Given as their marriage was real just in name, gave him the freedom to do whatever he wanted so why was she bothered. She was stressed by overthinking things. This was one of the days she needed her sleeping mask. She remembered she had spotted one in her bag when she went through it. She got out of bed and went to the closet. She went through her side of the closet ignoring the fact that Reynolds' clothes were right beside hers. She looked through the drawers until she spotted her pink sleeping mask. She was thankful her mom had packed that even though she knew she rarely wore it to bed. She picked it up and ran her fingers on the silky smooth
Amy was bored out of her wits the next day. She did not want to tour the city again. Not that she wasn't having a good time in the city but rather she found herself missing her country. She didn't want to go to bed alone anymore in a place she barely knew anyone.She sat leg crossed on the hotel bed and stretched her hand to reach for her phone from the nightstand. Instead of calling Reynolds, she called her assistant, Jane. "Hello ma'am," Jane answered on the first ring. "Hello Jane. Can you book me a flight right now to New York?" Amy asked. It took her a while to respond. She probably wondered why her married boss would call on her honeymoon to book her a flight. "Yes ma'am," she finally replied after which Amy disconnected the call. Amy could've simply let Reynolds know she was coming. She knew he would've certainly arranged for her arrival but she had decided against that because she wanted him to know she was not dependent. And besides, if she wanted to have her freedom after
Amy was walking past a couple of rooms until she came across one with its door ajar. Curiosity had her legs walking in forgetting she was to find the kitchen. The majestic piano in the center of the room was surely conspicuous. It was the only object in the white room. It was black and shiny. She might as well add inviting, as her fingers itched to play those delicate keys. It had been a while since she played. She stopped immediately and took a step towards it. Considering the fact that this was the only item in the room, it must hold some importance to the owner and what if he didn't want it touched. But then again the door had been left ajar. She went ahead to take the seat in front of the piano, clearing her mind of any more reasons why she shouldn't play the piano. Pianos were meant to be played after all. The moment her fingers touched the keys she went along to play the song 'perfect'. That had been the first song she had played on the piano the moment her music tutor h
The harsh knock on her door awoke Amy from sleep. She glanced at the window to notice the sun had set and it was evening. She got out of bed and made her way open the door. "Mr. Bennet has asked to inform you that dinner is ready," Grace said and waited for a response. Amy nodded and she left. It was easy to walk through the house as she now knew where in particular she was going. She reached the dining room where Reynolds was seated at the dining table and Mrs. Nora was exiting using the other door. "Good evening," she greeted as she took the seat opposite Reynolds. "Good evening," he replied, lookingup from his phone. "Grace informed me you enjoyed being in the garden," he added. "Yes, I did. I'd like to be educated on the other plants I did not recognise" Amy replied. Mrs. Nora came in with a tray in hand. She smiled at her in acknowledgement and began emptying the tray she was holding. Amy returned her smile before focusing on Reynolds again. "I'll inform the gardener, Mr. Har
It was breezy, perfect for an evening on a balcony. Amy took a deep breath as she stepped onto the balcony, resting one hand on the rail while the other held her glass. The breeze blew on her face and neck, and she wished she was wearing a much freer dress to feel it on all parts of her skin. Not that she minded the dress, it was after all a beautiful piece. Her mother had impeccable taste, leaving her with three different options. This dress had been her choice. She was also glad she chose it because it had helped in selecting her indulgence for the night. There had been an array of drinks: wine, whiskey, all the likes. But she decided the moment she could see the color of her fabric in the slender glass, she wanted champagne. She loved that her drink and dress matched, it made her feel a certain kind of control.It had been quite suffocating in there, she thought to herself. The party, which was the anniversary of a company where her father was one of the major shareholders, was her