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
"Ms. Everlee," Delilah called knocking on the door. "Please give me a sec," answered Everlee as she quickly dried herself and put on her nightwear jumping into her bed. "You may come in now," Everlee told the maid as she covered herself from her neck to her toe pretending as if her stomach still hurt. "Here is your chicken soup miss," Delilah placed the soup on the bedside table and began to return downstairs. "Delilah," Everlee called. Delilah stopped turning her attention to Everlee. "After I've consumed my chicken soup, I'll be going to bed, so please don't try to wake me nor check on me," Everlee informed her. "Yes miss," answered Delilah and left the room immediately. Everlee didn't like what she had said to the maid. It made her feel awful and quite rude, but she had to do it knowing her mom. Mrs. Poppy will instruct her to keep an eye on her and she didn't want her parents to know that she will be sneaking out of the house tonight. Everlee waited in bed anxiously to hea
"Will Everlee be coming down for her breakfast now?" Delilah asked Paris, placing down the meal she had prepared, Chamomile tea and toast bread with a spread of honey. "No, she's still sleeping," answered Paris. Paris took a big bite enjoying her delicious crunchy sweet toast. "You won't believe what disgraceful news I've just heard," Paris heard her mom entering the dining room. "What is it?" she asked frighteningly as the toast fell from her hand. Paris was now worried if the news her mom had heard was about her sister at the painting party yesterday. Mrs. Poppy sat around the table upset. Paris's eyes were glued to her eager to know what the news was she had heard. "Mrs. Velvet's daughter Veronica is pregnant, and she's not even married to the man as yet," Mrs. Poppy said disturbed by the news. "Oh," said Paris feeling very relieved it was not about Everlee. She knew if her mom had discovered that Everlee was pretending to be sick so she could get to another event with a ma
"Where is your sister Everlee? it's almost 4:30 pm and she's not here," complained Mrs. Poppy ready to leave to see Mr. Wealth "She must be on her way," answered Paris as she began to worry hoping she is. "That girl has been a disappointment from the day she runs off to New York City without our consent," Mr. Poppy too began to complain. "Daddy, please don't speak so ill about her, she's here to reconcile things just forgive her like mom as," said Paris. "I'll forgive her when she returns back to New York City," retorted Mr. Poppy grabbing his coat. Paris stared at him sadly wishing he could just forget what Everlee did years ago and accept her within his life again. "Where are you, Everlee?" Paris whispers softly. Paris knew exactly where her sister was. She was very happy for her but hoped she return in time, so she won't be late to see her fiancé' Archer. She hasn’t seen him from the day he had placed his ring on her finger. She wanted to see him so badly. "Mrs. Poppy, you c
The entire way back home Mrs. Poppy complained upset about how disrespectful Archer was kissing her daughter right in front of her when he wasn't even wedded to her. Paris ignored her, biting her bottom lip recollecting her first kiss repeatedly with Mr. Archer. "Mr. Jonathan was nothing like his son within his age, I don't think he's right for Paris, probably we should just cancel the arranged marriage," said Mr. Poppy. "Daddy no!" Paris retorted alarmed by what he had said. "I agree with you David," Mrs. Poppy said to her husband. "No, I love him, please don't do this to me," Paris begged not wanting them to cancel her wedding. "Well next time he kisses you again like that, I will surely cancel the wedding," complained Mrs. Poppy. Paris nodded sadly as she began to worry that Archer doesn't kiss her again in front of her parent nor much as touch her until they're wedded. I'll have to always keep my distance from him if I want to marry the man of my dreams, Paris thought sadly.
"I love this wedding dress mom," Paris stood staring into the mirror. "It looks beautiful on you," said Mrs. Poppy smiling happily that her daughter was finally going to get married. "I wish Everlee could see me in this dress," said Paris happily. Paris spun around loving her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't wait to walk down the aisle so Archer could see her in her wedding dress. "Go and take off the dress, tomorrow we'll come here to shop for more things for your wedding," Mrs. Poppy told Paris. Paris went to take off her beautiful white wedding gown and gave it to her mom to pay for it at the cashier. ***** "Where have you been all my life?" asked Archer as he touched a loose strand of Everlee's silky blonde hair twisting and twirling it within his hand playfully. "Waiting for you?" answered Everlee as she brought her lips to kiss him. "Stay with me, please, I'll miss you too much if you should leave," pleaded Archer. "I would stay with you if I could," retorted Ever
When Paris entered Greyson's large home for the first, she was appalled to see her pet Kitten, Archie. Greyson was taking care of him. Paris dwelled with Greyson in his home at Logan Circle for 6 months, before they became wife and husband. They were waiting on the divorce to be finalized with Archer. During the waiting process, Paris lived a happy life with Greyson. Greyson treated her like a queen and introduced her to his family. Greyson's mom loved Paris and thought her to be a great match for her son. Paris felt so welcome by them. Everlee wrote Paris numerous times begging her for forgiveness and that she and Archer are not together. Paris would ignore her letters, not wanting to have anything to do with her. Before Paris and Greyson got married. Paris wanted to inform her mother Mr. and Mrs. Poppy first and to get their blessing. They were so happy when they saw Paris but surprised to discover that she was no longer with Archer and with Greyson. After Paris told them everythi
Paris had arrived at the train station. She wiped away her tears and bought a ticket to go to Washington. Within half an hour the train was ready. Paris got into the train and soon it started off. Along the way, she cried, hurt that her own sister betray her. She couldn't wait to find Greyson and cry in his arms. He was the only man that made her feel loved but in the end, she foolishly made Archer ruin things for her.She grew tired of crying, she was exhausted and slept along the way.The train stopped and Paris's eyes opened. She had reached. She stood and looked through the window at the new surrounding she was in while everyone passed her exiting the train. She finally made her way out and stopped at the entrance of the train station unsure of what move to make now.Paris watched as the passenger who was on the train with her got into their carriage and drove off. It seemed they had their personal coachman who was waiting on them. Everyone seemed to."Excuse me," Paris stopped a
"Paris," Archer called frightened as his lips left Everlee, sensing she was there.Everlee eyes widened seeing her sister.Paris froze. Tears slowly run from her eyes now discovering the secret her husband and her little sister had been hiding from her all these years.Everlee stood silent, shocked by her big sister's presence. Archer stood at her side alarmed as he leered at his wife, he had finally won back, knowing he had now lost her. This time forever.Paris looked at her little nephew and niece steadily and paused at Archer."I'm sorry," she heard Everlee cry out. "I thought you two weren't together anymore."Paris cried out loud and ran past them going upstairs."Paris!" Archer yelled.Paris went into her room and angrily began to pack her clothes.As she went into her drawer, she heard Archer enter her room."I don't love her the way I once did," said Archer. "The love I have for you is much stronger," Archer told Paris.Paris spun around angry."Is she the one you left me for
Paris lay sadly in bed as Archer's doctor examined her. Archer waited anxiously outside for the doctor to complete his examination in knowing what is wrong with her. "I'm I having an abnormal period?" Paris asked. "Please wait until I've completed my examination," retorted the doctor. "I see why you're bleeding so heavily," the doctor began to take off his gloves. Paris leered at him worried. "You are having a miscarriage," said the doctor. Paris looked at him in disbelief. She didn't believe a word the doctor said. "How could it be, I saw my period last month," said Paris. "That could be an abnormal period that happens something to females when they're pregnant but what is happening to you now is you losing your baby," retorted the doctor. Paris looked away sullenly. The baby she had lost was Greyson. She had to tell him. She began to cry. "Have you fallen or got any hard hit?" the doctor asked. "I've fallen twice trying to help Archer from the shower," Paris cried as she
Paris sullenly went into the carriage on her way back to Archer's home. The entire journey she stared into the distance heartbroken. She's finally reached home. She remained at the back of the carriage not wanting to leave. "Miss, we've arrived," the coachman informed her. Paris nodded and slowly made her way out. As she got out of the carriage she motioned to Archer's home and paused, two-step away from the entrance door of his home before entering. Seeing and being next to the large home, made her feel rather sad. It only reminded her of the sad moments she had here with Archer. She didn't want to be reminded of it, she walked around the home and stood at the side. A smile appeared on her face recollecting meeting Greyson there for the first. It was when she couldn't find her cat, Archie. She began to cry. Paris sat in the garden before going inside, as she did she thought about all the other wonderful moments she and Greyson had shared. She thought about how she loved seeing him
Archer slept throughout the visit hours.Mr. Jonathan didn't get the chance to speak to his son when he entered the room, for he was already fast asleep. At the end of the visit, he and Paris said their goodbyes. Paris kissed Archer on her forehead before she leaves. Her kiss was not a part of her and Archer pretending to be a happily married couple. She was just happy that he fought to keep alive in the surgery and that he was going to be fine now.Mr. Jonathan carried her back to the hotel and they both said their goodbyes. Paris took off her coat and placed it on the hanger. As she did she paused and looked around the suite sullenly, she and her fiance used to share. Her head lowered to her finger staring at the wedding ring he had given her. Her fingers ran over it. She began to cry.The spot Paris laid in returning from the hospital. She stayed there until it was night. She couldn't stop thinking about the letter Greyson left her. She wanted to run to him, but she feared her no l
After Greyson stormed from the hotel angry. Paris cried and sat in the living room waiting for him. She waited the entire night worried about him. Night had passed and it was morning, but still Greyson didn't return. Paris was tired and sleepy after staying awake the entire night for him.Paris drank some coffee trying to stay awake after taking a shower. It was time to visit Archer at the hospital but she didn't feel like going after the option Greyson had given her. She didn't want Greyson to believe she had chosen Archer over him. She loved him, but she didn't want to break the promise she made to Archer and wished Greyson could at least understand her. Greyson once said he understood that she had a big heart that's why she cared so much for others but she wished he had understood her in the way he should. What he said were just words eluding from his lips, words he didn't comprehend as he should about her for he surely didn't show it for her last night. It was okay that he was ups
As Paris entered the suit of the hotel. She was surprised Greyson was home already."I thought, I would leave work early to comfort you of the day you had," said Greyson meeting her in the living room.Paris froze staring at him as he walked to her with both arms widened. Greyson hugged her. Her chin rested on his shoulder ashamed of returning his hug. She began to cry hating she had let him down.Before their face could meet Paris wiped away her tears."How was today?" asked Greyson."It was okay, Archer is handling the news about his injury very well," retorted Paris."That's good," said Greyson.Paris nodded."I'm tired," I'm going to get some sleep," said Paris as she walked off."Do you want me to order dinner for you later?" asked Greyson."I'm not hungry.""Okay," retorted Greyson.As Paris entered her bedroom. She lay down sadly and her right hand touched her lips recollecting the kiss she shared with Archer. She could never allow Greyson to find out about it and the other agr
The morning Paris sat and played with her breakfast not having any appetite."Do you think you're strong enough to see him today?" asked Greyson worried."I have to visit him, I promised him," retorted Paris.Greyson nodded.Going to the hospital Paris was quiet on the entire way."Everything will be okay, soon," Greyson tried to encourage Paris as she got out of the carriage.They both said their goodbyes and she entered the hospital heading straight to Archer's room.As she almost got to the door of Archer's room a doctor was exiting his room."Doctor," Paris stopped him."Good morning, why didn't you tell Archer that he may never walk again?" Paris asked."He knows," responded the doctor quickly.Pars became silent with sadness."Your husband is doing far better than anyone who had had similar injuries as him, within a few weeks you will be able to take him home, but he'll need to return to the hospital for physiotherapy to help him walk again or see if there's any hope."Paris nod