Forbidden Love
Recalling. (2nd Chapter)
…Three Months Later (Current time)…
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Evelyn’s POV:
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The driver parks the car, right outside the entrance of the mansion. Desmond and I have been in our honeymoon, and we’ve just arrived back. This is the first time I meet this large place, this place that is now my home. “(He smiles) Welcome to your place, Mrs. Styles. Do you like it already, darling?” I nod slowly, flexing my pupils on the wonderful exterior (http://fm.cnbc.com/applications/cnbc.com/resources/img/editorial/2013/08/26/100987825-121017_EJ_stone_mansion_0014r.530x298.jpg?v=1395082652).
“Your house looks breathtaking.” I comment out of all honesty, while his hand rests on my shoulder.“Our house. Its yours and mine now.” I turn my head to smile at the old man, appreciating his well treatment with me. We step out of the black vehicle, while the housekeeping crew rushes to unload our luggage from the trunk. “Welcome back Mr. Styles.” A middle-aged woman speaks, while Desmond nods at her polite words with appreciation.
“This is Evelyn. She’s my wife, and has as much authority as I do in this household. I expect from all of you to treat her equally as you do for my sake. I’ll be counting on your guidance, Mrs. Higgins.” The sophisticated housekeeper nods, while the butlers send me a smile of a welcoming gesture. Desmond and I walk into the large doors, followed by the employees with our bags.
“Mr. Styles, your son has arrived an hour from Rome. He’s upstairs resting in his room, Sir.” Mrs. Higgins’ words are shocking to my ears, since I did not have a clue that Desmond has a son. “You have a son?” I ask him calmly, as he nods to my question. “I didn’t think it would matter that much to you, darling. He’s studying his university major in Italy, and he only visits on vacations.” I bob my head in understanding, while my brain processes the new information.
“If he’s your son, then I wouldn’t have to worry about us getting along. I hope he’s as mature and charming as you are. (He smiles, while I proceed) I know you told me that you were married before, but I didn’t know that you had children.” He drapes his shoulder over mine, while placing his other palm inside of his expensive suit.
“I have Harold, no more. He’s twenty-one, so I’m positive you two will bond perfectly together. He might be a little conservative when it comes to revealing his feelings, but he’s a good kid. (He guides our bodies to the staircase) Let’s go rest until lunch is ready.” I give him an agreeing smile, while we both begin to climb the large staircase.
Desmond has a son with an identical age as mine, and as far as I know; his name is Harold. Deep down, my feelings are not stable towards this information. I sense that Harold will not hate the fact that his own father married a younger woman, but at the same time he won’t be fond of it. If I were to put myself in his situation, I would have the same sensation towards the entire aspect.
I just hope that I will be accepted, and that nothing would cause chaos to this magnificent household. Everything screams out the word ‘elegant’, and as a classical person myself; I pray that it remains the same all the time.
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Evelyn’s POV:
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The driver parks the car, right outside the entrance of the mansion. Desmond and I have been in our honeymoon, and we’ve just arrived back. This is the first time I meet this large place, this place that is now my home. “(He smiles) Welcome to your place, Mrs. Styles. Do you like it already, darling?” I nod slowly, flexing my pupils on the wonderful exterior (http://fm.cnbc.com/applications/cnbc.com/resources/img/editorial/2013/08/26/100987825-121017_EJ_stone_mansion_0014r.530x298.jpg?v=1395082652).
“Your house looks breathtaking.” I comment out of all honesty, while his hand rests on my shoulder.“Our house. Its yours and mine now.” I turn my head to smile at the old man, appreciating his well treatment with me. We step out of the black vehicle, while the housekeeping crew rushes to unload our luggage from the trunk. “Welcome back Mr. Styles.” A middle-aged woman speaks, while Desmond nods at her polite words with appreciation.
“This is Evelyn. She’s my wife, and has as much authority as I do in this household. I expect from all of you to treat her equally as you do for my sake. I’ll be counting on your guidance, Mrs. Higgins.” The sophisticated housekeeper nods, while the butlers send me a smile of a welcoming gesture. Desmond and I walk into the large doors, followed by the employees with our bags.
“Mr. Styles, your son has arrived an hour from Rome. He’s upstairs resting in his room, Sir.” Mrs. Higgins’ words are shocking to my ears, since I did not have a clue that Desmond has a son. “You have a son?” I ask him calmly, as he nods to my question. “I didn’t think it would matter that much to you, darling. He’s studying his university major in Italy, and he only visits on vacations.” I bob my head in understanding, while my brain processes the new information.
“If he’s your son, then I wouldn’t have to worry about us getting along. I hope he’s as mature and charming as you are. (He smiles, while I proceed) I know you told me that you were married before, but I didn’t know that you had children.” He drapes his shoulder over mine, while placing his other palm inside of his expensive suit.
“I have Harold, no more. He’s twenty-one, so I’m positive you two will bond perfectly together. He might be a little conservative when it comes to revealing his feelings, but he’s a good kid. (He guides our bodies to the staircase) Let’s go rest until lunch is ready.” I give him an agreeing smile, while we both begin to climb the large staircase.
Desmond has a son with an identical age as mine, and as far as I know; his name is Harold. Deep down, my feelings are not stable towards this information. I sense that Harold will not hate the fact that his own father married a younger woman, but at the same time he won’t be fond of it. If I were to put myself in his situation, I would have the same sensation towards the entire aspect.
I just hope that I will be accepted, and that nothing would cause chaos to this magnificent household. Everything screams out the word ‘elegant’, and as a classical person myself; I pray that it remains the same all the time.
Notes
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This is amazing :) you are an amazing writer ^_^ very different, yet very clever :D
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