Paris- Part 3

She was still fuming when she got back to her hotel suite, her hands were fists at her sides, swiftly pulling off her white coat and bag and flinging it on the empty chair by the corner, her mind was reeling with his words of sarcastic disapproval.

He had no right to judge her.

It took her an hour of basking in the bless of a bubble bath and having some fine chocolate ice cream to bring her out of the those negative thoughts.

She should just forget him, it was a miracle enough she had seen him again what are the chances of meeting him once more.

Good riddance.

She chuckled to herself, it was indeed a lot of fun to see that stunned reaction on his face after she had slapped him.

Serves you right.

But her heart had almost beaten out of her chest at seeing him again, it was like a walk down memory lane, thinking back on they're time together, Oh she did understand his hurt.

But its been a long time ago, she should just-

Forget him.

I did. She replied to the voice in her head.

No you didn't.

He keeps coming back into my life.

Keep him out of it! Your a grown woman now!

She sighed in reply, clicked on the news and rolled on her stomach,switched channels until she found one she could understand, she settled for the news and a reporter speaking in english to a foreigner.

"So, the reconstruction of the Louvre! That must be a challenge!" she said with obvious appreciation in her eyes to the male specimen in front of her.

When the camera turned to the man in question, she did a double take, her mind blanking without any thought, her eyes entirely focused on the all together familiar face in the screen beyond.

Him.

Tall, Dark, Unbelievably handsome in that black suit.

"I do hope that is not a tone of worry, Mademoiselle Anne." He joked flashing his easy white smile, "Do not fret, there are tons of experts backing this project, however it is indeed challenging, our only hope is to improve the workings of such a historic institution without changing the structure in anyway." He continued more seriously.

It took a bit more of questions and answers for her to get the grasp of the matter, and she just laid there in a humiliated mass.

Here was a person who went out for his dreams, here was a person who stood there with an easy grace, of a laid back smile as if telling the world with no words necessary "Hey, I won."

Here was a man.

And she felt smaller and smaller with every realization ; when she had settled for being the child bride of a man twice her age, he was seeking the world for a place to call his own, fighting his demons until he reached his goals, dreaming dreams and achieving them.

How insignificant and petty she must have looked to him.


Slowly without a sound, tears of sadness fell down her cheeks, and she was swept in the guilt and regret she felt for her life.



To be continued.