"You'll stay within your room until he and his father arrive," Mrs. Poppy told Paris as she helped zipped her dress from behind. "Yes,” Paris answered fixing her hair. "I'll be downstairs," Mrs. Poppy informed Paris leaving the room. Paris took one last look in the mirror and walked over to sit down on her bed nervously. She was so anxious for the dinner to be over with, it was killing her wondering if the suitor will like her or not. "Paris," Everlee called knocking on the door. "You may come in," Paris answered. "Wow, you look beautiful," Everlee complimented gazing at Paris at how stunning she was in her stylish white dress. Paris thanked her, blushing. "What do you want?" Paris asked curiously as to why Everlee wanted to see her now. "Are you sure about this, being married to a stranger you don't even know if he'll love you the way you hope he will?" Everlee asked closing the door behind her as she approached Paris. "I know you're trying to look out for me, but I can take
"This may not feel right, but I assure you you're doing the right thing," Mr. Jonathan Wealth said to his son. Archer wealth nodded and stared through the window of his carriage ahead of the road. He wished he was returning home from the dinner. He couldn't wait for it to be over with even though it hasn't started yet, and he hasn't met the strange female he was arranged to be wedded with. He knew he will never love her for he didn't believe in love after what his mother did to him and his father. She left his father for another man after everything he had done for her, and he left him and his sibling not caring about them. He thought of her as nothing as the worst mother and the worst wife. Meeting his arranged wife, Archer thought of it as just a business meeting. He was only marrying her to bear his children that was all. He wasn't going to change his life for her so she could ruin his life just like what his mother did to his father. After they wedded, he planned to get her pregn
"Paris," Everlee heard Mrs. Poppy knocking down her door. She quickly put down the book she was reading and ran over to open the door. "Where is Paris?" Mrs. Poppy inquired gravely. "I don't know," Everlee answered cluelessly. Mrs. Poppy stormed into the room. "I know you're lying," said Mrs. Poppy. "Why would I lie about Paris's whereabouts?" Everlee asked her mom staring at her confused. Mrs. Poppy walked towards her and stared into her eyes. "You truly don't know," she said. "I have to go and find her." She left the room. "Mom," Everlee called. Mrs. Poppy didn't stop. Everlee began to worry about Paris discovering what had happened. She knew Paris must have become cold feet about meeting the suitor she was arranged to be married to and left home without anyone knowing. She went over to her bedroom window staring at the sky as it slowly darkens hoping Mrs. Poppy finds her and that she was out there safe. Paris sat there silently now in the dark having only the moonlight.
That night Everlee didn't leave her room. She stayed with Paris and watch her as she slept trying to be there for her the best she could. "Everlee," Paris's eyes opened still seeing her little sister wide awake. Everlee gently touched her face with a bright smile. "Did you sleep well last night?" she asked Paris with sleepy eyes. Paris nodded sadly looking at her with concern seeing how tired she was. "You don't have to worry about me I have all day to sleep," said Everlee. Paris nodded and sat up. "I'm going to wash my face and get back to my old self,” Paris said sadly walking to the bathroom Everlee sat up and watched with a broken heart hating what she had said. "Paris," Everlee called rushing from the bed and to the door of the bathroom. "Yes," Paris answered washing her face clean. "How about we go out this evening, a girl’s day out?" she told Paris. "I have work to get to," Paris answered reaching for her face towel. Everlee reached for it and placed it in her hand.
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