Forbidden Love
Cinderella. (59th Chapter)
… An Hour Later…
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Evelyn's POV:
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“(She speaks with light optimism, in a worried tone) I hope you like it. I hope its not too much?” I give myself a long time, as I view myself through the vertical mirror (http://www.polyvore.com/ready_bike_rider/set?id=130296210&lid=3755600) . Is this truly me? Why do I look so… young? My body is glowing like the sunlight, my hair is simply tied and my makeup is not heavy for once.
As for my clothes, they are shorter than I usually wear, tighter, and more retro than classic. This would be me, if I was able to have the chance to be free. This would be me, if I was the only person responsible for whichever choice I took. Annette helped me, not only because she wanted. She helped me because she knows, and I know, that I would never see myself looking like this. She even lent me her own leather jacket, which successfully fits me perfectly.
“You have so many good clothes, and matching them all the time, isn’t showing your true age Miss. (She smiles in the reflection of the mirror, looking at me) you look incredible, Miss Evelyn.” I turn around, embracing my trustworthy house sitter in a warming hug of gratitude. Her body stiffens at my action, but then she hugs me back equally.
“No more Miss this and Miss that. Just Evelyn, all right? (She smiles while nodding, as I depart the hug) Thank you, Annette.” She blushes, as she shakes her head. “No reason to thank me.” I directly answer: “I must thank you, for giving me the chance to look my age for the first time in my life. You gave me hope tonight. And believe me hope is something I need the most right now.” She pats my shoulder politely, as we both head to the outside.
Annette guides me to the main entrance of the villa, leading me close to the main gate. My eyes widen when I see my mother standing next to the gate, handing an envelope to someone; but not just someone. His plain- navy shirt is perfectly sliding over his abdomen; structuring those perfect muscles that yarn to be explored physically.
Just like me, a leather jacket is draped over his arms; granting him that rebel look with the navy headband over his forehead. His black skinny jeans expose his lengthy legs, as he ends his wardrobe with black boots. I run as fast as I can towards him, while his eyes scan me in hunger; seeing me dressed the way I am for the first time. His arms open widely, as I dig myself through them, sniffing his breezy scent through my nostrils.
“(She reminds him in warning tone) You better take care of her. And remember what I just lectured you about, Harold. (She sighs) If I could erase you from Evelyn’s brain, I won’t be able to take you out of her heart. Enjoy your night, and keep her safe.” Harry’s arms tighten around my waist, as I smile at my mother’s words.
Even though she isn’t letting me go to Italy, she’s at least accepting Harry and I. “(His eyes look at me, giving me a smirk) Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?” I shake my head, denying my answer. “(He smiles, as he leads me to the outside of the villa) Hop on.” My eyes widen at the sight of the two-wheeled vehicle; as my grin expands over my mouth.
“Baby, come on. We don’t want to waist time. (He jokes in positive sarcasm) Cinderella must be back before the clock strikes twelve.” I roll my eyes, as his chuckle appears. He gives me his hand to help me adjust my seat behind him, while he ignites the engine of the motorcycle.“(He grabs both my arms, and drapes them over his waist) Hold on, tight.”
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Evelyn's POV:
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“(She speaks with light optimism, in a worried tone) I hope you like it. I hope its not too much?” I give myself a long time, as I view myself through the vertical mirror (http://www.polyvore.com/ready_bike_rider/set?id=130296210&lid=3755600) . Is this truly me? Why do I look so… young? My body is glowing like the sunlight, my hair is simply tied and my makeup is not heavy for once.
As for my clothes, they are shorter than I usually wear, tighter, and more retro than classic. This would be me, if I was able to have the chance to be free. This would be me, if I was the only person responsible for whichever choice I took. Annette helped me, not only because she wanted. She helped me because she knows, and I know, that I would never see myself looking like this. She even lent me her own leather jacket, which successfully fits me perfectly.
“You have so many good clothes, and matching them all the time, isn’t showing your true age Miss. (She smiles in the reflection of the mirror, looking at me) you look incredible, Miss Evelyn.” I turn around, embracing my trustworthy house sitter in a warming hug of gratitude. Her body stiffens at my action, but then she hugs me back equally.
“No more Miss this and Miss that. Just Evelyn, all right? (She smiles while nodding, as I depart the hug) Thank you, Annette.” She blushes, as she shakes her head. “No reason to thank me.” I directly answer: “I must thank you, for giving me the chance to look my age for the first time in my life. You gave me hope tonight. And believe me hope is something I need the most right now.” She pats my shoulder politely, as we both head to the outside.
Annette guides me to the main entrance of the villa, leading me close to the main gate. My eyes widen when I see my mother standing next to the gate, handing an envelope to someone; but not just someone. His plain- navy shirt is perfectly sliding over his abdomen; structuring those perfect muscles that yarn to be explored physically.
Just like me, a leather jacket is draped over his arms; granting him that rebel look with the navy headband over his forehead. His black skinny jeans expose his lengthy legs, as he ends his wardrobe with black boots. I run as fast as I can towards him, while his eyes scan me in hunger; seeing me dressed the way I am for the first time. His arms open widely, as I dig myself through them, sniffing his breezy scent through my nostrils.
“(She reminds him in warning tone) You better take care of her. And remember what I just lectured you about, Harold. (She sighs) If I could erase you from Evelyn’s brain, I won’t be able to take you out of her heart. Enjoy your night, and keep her safe.” Harry’s arms tighten around my waist, as I smile at my mother’s words.
Even though she isn’t letting me go to Italy, she’s at least accepting Harry and I. “(His eyes look at me, giving me a smirk) Have you ever been on a motorcycle before?” I shake my head, denying my answer. “(He smiles, as he leads me to the outside of the villa) Hop on.” My eyes widen at the sight of the two-wheeled vehicle; as my grin expands over my mouth.
“Baby, come on. We don’t want to waist time. (He jokes in positive sarcasm) Cinderella must be back before the clock strikes twelve.” I roll my eyes, as his chuckle appears. He gives me his hand to help me adjust my seat behind him, while he ignites the engine of the motorcycle.“(He grabs both my arms, and drapes them over his waist) Hold on, tight.”
Notes
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3/29/15