Page 17 of Sparks Fly
“Always,” I reply, before we both say bye. I step back, slumping myself down in the small armchair in the corner, my eyes now focused on the sky. Somehow, I feel a little less heavy than I did when I walked in here yesterday.
I knew I needed to step away, I just didn’t realisehow muchI needed it.
The silence is welcomed as I sit in my little corner of heaven and enjoy the rest of my coffee, giving myself a slow-ish kind of morning.
Moving from the chair, I yawn as I pad back to the kitchen, placing my empty mug in the butler sink. I run my fingers through the end of my knotty auburn hair, grabbing my phone, before fetching my laptop. Then, I place it on the dining room table before sitting on the wooden chairs, my breath catching when the cool seat touches my skin. I’m only wearing a silk cami and shorts.
Plugging my phone in, I swipe through the videos and upload them to my laptop. I busy myself for an hour making sure it all flows properly before I do my voice over and upload and schedule for it to go live on my channel tonight.
I glance at the time; it’s just before ten and I feel accomplished. I shower, make my bed, and get dressed in a lemon summer dress with tanned wedgies. I scoop half my hair up and clip it with a pretty flower hair clip and curl the rest as it falls over my shoulders.
A gold, seashell necklace and a matching bracelet round out the outfit before spraying myself with perfume. Reaching for mymakeup bag, I sit and set my face and put a soft red lipstick on to finish my look.
I grab a tote bag, and place my vlogging equipment, purse, and a few of my make-up bits into it then walk out of the bedroom. Taking my keys from the side, I have a quick look around the penthouse to make sure I have everything I need and once I am certain, I slip out the door and close it behind me.
I stand outsidethe apartment block and look at Alexandre with a smile. He returns it quickly and wishes me a good morning.
Tilting my head, I look at my phone and my brow furrows. I had no idea where to go first.
“Are you okay, miss?” He steps closer to me, his eyes trailing over my shoulder as he looks at my phone.
“I want to walk to the market.” I look up at him and he steps back, straightening himself up.
“You walk that way.” He steps forward and out onto the pathway as he points down a narrow, cobbled street.
“Okay.” I nod.
“Just keep going straight,” he says, his hand chopping forward and I watch him.
‘Okay.” I twist my lips.
He slips his other hand inside his grey jacket and slips out a card.
“If you get lost, call me,” he offers and my cheeks pinch.
I will get lost.
“Thank you, Alexandre.” I tilt my head to the side and sincerity masks my face. “That’s very kind,” I admit.
He smiles proudly and gives me a bigger grin.
Waving him off, I begin walking in the direction he pointed. I take slow steps, my eyes flitting around the beautifularchitecture of this city and snapping photos of anything and everything.
I pause when I see the market, smiling at how busy it is. I didn’t need anything particular, but I did fancy some croissants and some different fruit to what is already back at the apartment.
Taking my phone, I shoot a picture of the sight in front of me and my heart warms. It’s so pretty and picturesque.
I post it with the caption:when in France.I watch the screen for a moment before the notifications start tumbling in. Moving forward, I take my time at each stall, speaking broken French to the vendors, picking up the produce and bringing it to my nose, and drooling at the smell.
Choosing bags of fresh fruit and vegetables, I place them in my tote. I even pick myself up a cute pink threaded bracelet as well as a royal blue shawl.
I don’t need them, but I want them, so why not get something I wanted?
Walking back through the market, I notice a small bookstore down a cobbled street and of course, my interest is piqued. Dipping out of the now quiet market, I walk in, and my eyes light up. It’s small but somehow has the same wow factor as the first time I saw Belle’s library in Beauty and The Beast.
It didn’t make sense, but it was wonderful. I run the tips of my fingers across the spines as I walk around like a kid in a candy shop.
“May I help you?” a young girl says as I stall my steps. She’s English.
