When Everlee got up it was noon. She was frightened at how long she slept she jumped out of bed, took a quick shower, and get dressed into a comfy thin white dress that showed her tiny waist and curvy body. She put on a thin layer of makeup with a finishing touch of bright red lip gloss and brushed back her curly hair tying a white headband over it. She put on a flat white shoe and left with her stylish handbag that was as red as her lip gloss. "Good afternoon," she greeted Delilah in the kitchen as she poured herself a cup of coffee and began to drink. Delilah greeted her back. "Delilah, can you arrange my parent’s personal coachman to take me to the new museum here?" she asked. "Sure, miss," Delilah said with a smile and quickly went to inform the coachman. Everlee had had enough of the coffee, she placed it down and went outside to see if the coachman was ready to carry her. He was waiting outside for her, an elderly grey-haired man in his 50's. Everlee greeted him and she wen
Everlee made a step backward, changing her mind, to purchase the painting from him. She now wanted to get away from him. She wished she wasn't so determined to get the painting, seeing it was the rude handsome stranger who had once offered to give her a ride. "You have no shame trying to gain my attention after your first meeting with me," the tall man in the dark suit reminded Everlee of their first meeting. One she wanted to forget. "How dear you," Everlee responded staring into his dark brown eyes. She looked around if anyone was looking at them and walked away angrily leaving the museum right away. There was no way she was going to embarrass herself in a crowded museum all because of him. She paused outside of the museum taking in a deep breath, trying to control her anger. She was soon surprised that the tall handsome stranger was following her. "How dear you follow me," Everlee cursed. "And how dear you interrupt me in the museum," the handsome stranger retorted with his at
At work Mr. and Mrs. Poppy ignored Paris. It hurt Paris's. She tried talking to them, but they remained to ignore her, still upset about last night. "Mom, dad, are you both just going to keep on ignoring me?" Paris inquired having enough of their behavior. They both said nothing. "I'm sorry for upsetting you both," Paris apologized. Mr. Poppy got up and left the office. "Dad," Paris called. He didn't answer, leaving. Soon Mrs. Poppy got out from her desk about to leave. "Please stop ignoring me as well," Paris held her hand not wanting her to go. Mrs. Poppy quickly spins around to face her. "What your father and I were doing for you yesterday evening was to find someone so that when we're no longer here we know you won't be alone," said Mrs. Poppy. "But that isn't real love, mom," retorted Paris. "Who says he wouldn't have loved you eventually and you too the same with him?" inquired Mrs. Poppy. Paris lowered her head sadly. "You've ruined everything that you could have h
Paris took a deep breath in and exhaled heavily ready to explain to Archer why she had run off yesterday. "If you're not interested in marrying me," I understand Archer gazed at Paris eager for her to respond to him already. "No, that's not the issue," Paris said alarmed as she looked at him. As their eyes met, she looked away from him. Archer could see she was a very shy. Too shy that made him wonder if she had ever been with any man before. "You see, the real reason why I left yesterday was because," Paris paused not completing her sentence. It was hard for her to tell him why, she felt ashamed informing him it was because of her image. The way she looks, unattractive, and that he was too good for her that's why she had to leave for she knew deep down that he would never marry her. "Of what?" Archer was eager to know. "Because I thought you'd never want me once you see me," Paris finally told him the truth squeezing her eyes closed tightly by her hard words. "Why do you think
Paris's eyes were slowly open to a warm touch against her forehead. She saw it was Everlee wiping her forehead with a damp piece of white clothing. "Are you okay?" Everlee inquired concerned. "I'm okay now," Paris answered. Paris tried to sit up. "Please lay for a little while before getting up," Everlee told her. The bedroom door opened, and Paris saw her mom and the family doctor, Dr. Douglas entering her room. "Mom, you didn't have to call the doctor, I was just tired, and I didn't eat lunch nor breakfast this morning that's why I fainted," Paris told Mrs. Poppy. "Let the doctor check to see if that's truly the cause," retorted Mrs. Poppy more interested in what the doctor as to say. Paris and Mrs. Poppy left the room giving the doctor space to do his work. "Are you feeling any pain?" Dr. Douglas inquired Paris as he opened his small black bag. "I'm feeling a bit of pain in my chest now," she told him. He checked her heartbeat not once but twice. "Your heart is beating v
The following morning Paris got up before anyone did and secretly went off to Malverth Street, where her arranged husband mansion was. The entire journey she was anxious to reach before anyone realized she wasn't in bed. The thought of her mom discovering she was not in her room had her biting at her nails. Finally, she had reached. She exited the carriage before the coachman could leave his seat to open her door and run to the gate. "Good morning, I'm here to see Mr. Archer," she told the security guard quickly. "Good morning, Miss," he greeted her back and walked her to the door. He knocked on the door. The same maid opened the door. "She's here to see Mr. Archer," the security guard told the maid. The maid welcomed Paris inside the home. She informed Paris to stand in the hallway while she went to inform Mr. Archer in the living room that he had a visitor. Paris waited eagerly for him while she admired some beautiful paintings in the hallway. Everlee would have loved these pain
"Mom, I'll be going out for a while," Everlee informed Mrs. Poppy as she sipped her tea around the dining table, having her breakfast. "And where you're going to?" asked Mrs. Poppy curiously. "To the museum," retorted Everlee. Mrs. Poppy nodded. Everlee eyes slowly moved from her mother to the half-finished chamomile tea knowing she wasn't just going to the museum to look at paintings. She was hoping to see the handsome rich stranger she admired. "So, how long will you stay for?" inquired Mrs. Poppy. "I'm not sure, the beautiful painting of the museum makes it difficult for you to leave sometimes for they give you so much peace inside just looking at them," answered Everlee. Everlee's comment wasn't all a lie. She did love looking at paintings for what seemed like an hour but today she promised herself to wait in the museum until she luckily sees him again. "Well, try not to stay too long, I'm having a celebration party tonight at a restaurant within the largest hotel in Greenf
It has not been 3 hours since Everlee has been in the museum, and she had become tired of waiting on the handsome stranger that doesn't look like he'll show up at the museum anytime soon. Everlee began to argue inside anger at herself for why she thought he would show up at the museum again at all places. She began to leave the museum to find Paris, hoping her hair was finished, so, they could purchase a dress and return home. Everlee was sad that her plan to meet the handsome stranger didn't turn out how she wanted it to. Her eyes suddenly widen seeing the man she was dying to see entering the museum. Quickly, she walked over to the painting she paid attention to mostly that she could see it in her head whether she closed her eyes. The painting of the young happy family she admired and somehow wish it was her and the handsome stranger that was now here. She watched him sideways all dressed handsomely in black as always as if it's the only colour that he was interested in. Black did