“You got me looking at the London lights.”

April 18, 2012
London, England

It’s been two days since we’ve arrived in London, and I love it. It’s absolutely beautiful. We haven’t been out anywhere yet, but that’s only because we’ve been unpacking and figuring out where to go.


“Okay. Where do you want to go first?” Penelope asked as we finally finished packing. “We could go get dinner.”


“Dinner, would be amazing right now.” I let out a sigh and she smiled.


“Okay. I’m going to put on my dress.” She escaped to her bedroom and I walked to mine.


I looked at the room, studying it because I really didn’t get to when we arrived. It was a master room, and Penelope had the same size room. Her father booked us a grand suite so that’s what we’re in. The bedroom had three nightstands- two on either sides of the bed and one by the bathroom door. It had two dressers side by side and a television on top of one of them. The decor was lovely, and I really loved this room.


I walked over to the dresser and opened the first drawer to see a dress with the note on it. It said: I thought a new dress would be nice for the first day in London. If you’re going to go out, might as well look sexy and be sexy. Hope you won’t just set this aside because I think this will look really good on you. -Pen **


Penelope. You little… I sighed and pulled out the dress. And it was amazing. It was black lace, and it had lace sleeves. It had a slip underneath it, and the total length was just above my lower thigh. It was beautiful.


I slipped it on and smiled when I approached the mirror. It looked great. I grabbed the mousse out of my makeup bag and put just enough in there to make my curls look wet and shiny. I applied some lipstick and my eye makeup, and then I walked over to the closet to where my shoes were.


And I saw a white pair of pumps and smiled. Another gift from Penelope. The note said: What’s a dress without shoes?


I slipped the shoes on and grabbed my wallet walking out of my room. Penelope was waiting in the kitchen, and once I was in her vision, her mouth dropped open.


“I knew that dress would look good on you, but not that good.” She laughed a little and I hugged her, surprising her.


“Thank you, Penelope.” I smiled at her and when I pulled away, her mouth was still open. “Shall we go for dinner?” I giggled and she nodded her head.


She grabbed her wallet and then we walked out of the suite and out of the motel. And as soon as we hit the outside, scents of fresh perfume and new cars filled the air. As we walked down the street, the aroma of coffee and fresh baked bread traveled around us.


“This place is amazing.” Penelope said and I smiled.


“Yes, it is. Just wait until dark. I heard that every store is lit head to toe with beautiful lights.” I hugged myself and smiled at all the people that walked past us.


I saw many couples, and many groups of friends. Kind of made me wish Malina was here. Except for the fact the will probably beat the shit out of Penelope every chance she got.


“How about this place?” Penelope pointed to a small restaurant bar and I nodded my head. “I’m buying.”


“No you’re not. You already got me a dress, I am buying.” I shook my head and she sighed.


“I’ll let you buy tomorrow.” She grabbed my arm and I raised my eyebrows.


“Penelope.” I glared at her and she whined.


“Anastasia.” She begged and we had a stare down.


“Oh my God. Fine.” I rolled my eyes and smiled, making her jump up.


Once we were seated at a booth, two more guys sat down at our booth, smiling. “How are you lovely ladies doing tonight?” One of them said and Penelope and I looked at each other before laughing.


“Don’t get me wrong boys, you’re attractive, but we aren’t in the mood for any romance tonight. Trust me.” I said and the blonde scooted closer to me as the boy with black hair scooted closer to Penelope.


“So you think I’m attractive? Well,” The blonde smiled at me and I cocked an eyebrow. “I’m Marsden.”


“I’m currently not interested.” I batted my eyelashes sarcastically and he arched his jaw.


“Well maybe that could change, yeah? Come on. Just give me a chance. Haven’t seen a dame like you around here in about a year. I’d like to take whatever chance I can get.” I looked at him and smirked. “Please?”


“Are you always like this, Marsden?” I questioned, the waiter bringing me a tequila martini, making me stick a straw in it and drink it.


“Please say my name again.” He scooted closer and I laughed.


“Marsden.” I repeated and he fluttered his eyes closed.


“You aren’t from around here, cher. Where you from? And why are you in London?” He asked, the waiter bringing him a beer.


“Hold on,” I turned to Penelope and she was listening to me.


I looked to the boy beside her and glared, making him smile. “Dane.” He nodded his head to me and I looked back at Penelope.


“I already told him that I was engaged, and obviously he doesn’t care. So,” She stood up and walked over to the bar. “Tell me when you want to go somewhere else, Anastasia. I will gladly get my ass up and leave.” She slammed herself down on a stool by the bar and Dane followed her.


“Anastasia?” Marsden said my name and I looked back at him.


“I’m from Missouri.” I said and he widened his eyes. “Yes, I am American.”


“Wow. I’ve especially never seen an American as beautiful as you. All of them are usually bitchy and uptight.” He shook his head, sounding like Harry.


Harry. “Just wait until you get to know me.” I rolled my eyes and took another sip of my drink.


“So you are going to let me get to know you? I am very privileged, bébé.” I choked on my drink and he stood up, handing me a napkin.


“Thanks..” I said slowly, wiping my mouth. I closed my eyes for a few minutes and smiled once I opened them. “Where are you from?”


“Well I am originally from France, but I decided to move here to London. I thought it would be a little better. And honestly, I was getting tired of the Eiffel Tower.” He shook his head and my mouth dropped.


“You got tired of the Eiffel Tower?” My shock amused him and he laughed.


“Yeah. I lived in a big mansion, and the Headmaster of it gave me orders I wasn’t ready to take.” I rubbed my temples. “His son, Harry, never gave me any appreciation and when I asked, for money, he wouldn’t give it to me. Even though they were both ridiculously rich.” My mouth was open the whole time.


“I think I’m going to be sick.” I stood up and he stood up with me. “I’ll be sure to catch up with you one day. We’ll be here for a week. But I just don’t think tonight will be a good time.”


“Well could you accompany me at the park tomorrow? I would love for us to talk more.” He smiled and I nodded my head. “How about one? And I could take you to lunch?”


“Don’t be buying me anything.” I hastily shook my head and he gave me a broad smile. “I’ll meet you at twelve thirty. Don’t be late, or I’m bailing.” I said while walking away.


“Oh trust me. I’ll be there before you, cher.” He winked and sat back down.


“Come on.” I grabbed Penelope’s arm and she smiled at me.


“Oh my God. Did you just get a date for tomorrow?” She shrieked in my ear again. Yeah, just don’t tell Harry.


“Yes. Now, I’m ready for some food. How about you?” I asked as we walked outside and she nodded her head. But I immediately stopped in my tracks.


It was pitch black outside, and every building was lit up like the fourth of July. Golden and white lights were shining brightly throughout the street and people were laughing and talking. The sight was beautiful.


“How’s that for a first night experience?” Penelope nudged my shoulder and I let out a sigh.


“It’s beautiful.” I hugged myself and we began walking down the street. I saw Penelope put her phone back in her clutch. “Who was that?” I asked.


“My dad.” She said, smiling. “He was wondering if we were doing okay. I told him that we were just fine.”


I smiled. Her dad was wondering if I was okay.. Strangely that makes me feel cared for even though he’s not my father. My phone vibrated in my wallet and I furrowed my brows.


Oh my God. The text read: You’ve replaced me already? In a matter of two days? What the hell Anastasia? I loved you and you go on ahead and do this? What do you expect me to do? Follow you around everywhere? I gave you everything and you’re just going to throw it away? And for some random French asshole? Well excuse me for giving you ever damned piece of my heart.


I growled and went to text him back, but he sent me another one. It read: Okay look. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything I said in the last text. I just needed to get some anger off of my chest. You know I hated leaving you, and I know you hated leaving me. I just can’t stand to hear or see you with someone else and you know that. It makes me more jealous than anything or anybody. I can’t stand to see you go anywhere without me. I love you, Anastasia. And I know you love me. I just want it to stay that way. Please let it stay that way. I know you’re in London for Penelope, but come back for me. Come back to Bently. I will cancel the wedding and- no. I know you won’t let me do that. I know for damned sure you won’t let me do that. You stop the wedding. You do something. But… How is it that I know you won’t? I’m sorry. For everything.


I sucked in my tears as he sent me another one: I still love you. Don’t forget how much my love grows for you everyday.


“Who’s blowing you up?” Penelope asked, giggling when she realized she scared the shit out of me.


“Malina.” I lied. “Her and Niall got caught stealing some food from a restaurant.” That’s a lie but I could totally see that happening.


“Oh. Tell them I said hi.” She smiled as we continued to walk.


I looked forward and focused on the lights surrounding me. I still can’t believe I’m letting him get married to Penelope. Oh well. Tomorrow is a new day. Maybe I’ll change my mind about the whole thing.

Notes

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