"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
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