Claire awakens, beads of sweat sprinkled her face, like morning dew.
"Oh know, I've over slept," As she rushed off to the dress shop, where her dress was being tailored-made. "Designs by Claire", it was on the outskirts of town, in Blackpool,England; which she owned, tailored dress shop.
Good day to you Ms. Claire, "Mrs. Wallington greeted". The presence of an epigrammatic English 56 year old widow, face etched in kindness, with a hint of ageing. Gene, Mrs. Wallington, earned her keep as a seam-ster, shop Manager.
She was like a grand' mama, a very loving individual in Claire's life, growing up as a child.
There hanging was a re-embroidered gown, You will be the most beautiful bride in London, my dear. Claire's eyes shimmered in white crocheted lace, accented in gold pearls weaved around the neckline and sleeves, that just flowed over her beautiful olive skin of summer. A veil of strands of gold pearls, wrapped around a wreathed crown of sheer silk. Sandals of crocheted healed her feet.
Today is the rest of your life, you've waited anxiously, my child. I feel nervous and scared Gene, "Claire replied." .That's normal to get butterfly's in you're stomach Claire. But Mrs. Wallington, now hush child, Your about to marry the most prestigious bachelor in town.
Sebastian, he was a very tall man, about you're height, with short brownish hair; wearing tan trousers with a woven shirt.
He wanted so much to believe in her, so he played along. He than began to search the grounds, to ease her mind.
Claire quickly collected her torn clothes, and ran into the bedroom. While whimpering her way into the bath tub, "Sebastian my love, I'm really not playing this time, please believe me!"
Those where words once said to many times, he thought as he stood over the porcelain tub.
Claire, I'll be waiting in the living room until you fall asleep, "Sebastian explained," as he existed the bathroom.
Sebastian had stayed with Claire, knowing how shaken she was, still wasn't buying into her charades of many masks she worn.
As the night seemed to move into early morning, Sebastian made sure everything was tightly locked, as he caressed her forehead with a kiss as he left her bedside.
Claire woke mid morning dew, as her footsteps swept through the hallway, down to the kitchen. The whistle of the tea brewing in her cup, Claire stared out on the lake, with thoughts that filtered her mine.
"Sebastian doesn't believe me," how did this game become too far, beyond my truth. She felt really alone this time, after her fairytale stories told her past.
I must get some more sleep, I am to be wed this afternoon to my true love Sebastian, "she said out loud!"
The coffee pouring into my mug, while stirs of cling merge with creamer...
The classical music that filters the rooms throughout the dwelling, feel the morning sunlight on the Veranda...
Laughter of joy shared unselfishly, friends gather to take on the day...
Evening falls into the smug night of muggy air, only to wake to the morning dew...
A body that craves for the touch of a burning desire that's been hidden deep inside her for so long, Never did she think such a feeling could exist. The soul existence that could make her complete, so today she went to seek the walls that harbor her true love.
On the sofa there she lay, contemplating her journey to land this man with the same desires to keep their souls from separating.
His name was Sebastian Montgomery, she had loved him for some time, Yet she didn't know much about him. Her longing lust for his love was all she endured.
Claire always indulged herself in life, with adventure.
He was a charming, distinguished gentleman, eyes of piercing blue, hair like charcoal. Flesh that was harden with masculinity, shoulders of steel and the strength that was so overpowering that she felt; when he held her.
When she would enter a room, eyes where upon her. The music was enchanting, everyone was dressed for the gala that took place that evening. The ladies wore dresses, embellished with sequence, with beads of tiny pearls, the men wore tailored French cut sleeved capes; suited for the room.
There he stood at the top of the stairs, so he could see her enter the room. The wind carried her scent of perfume, which captivated him. He had been watching for a length of time, before he approached her.
She could feel his eyes upon her, even though he wasn't in sight.
That seemed to trouble her at times, Yet it seem to have turned her on. To her it was pleasure to know he was watching her every move, for her own selfish reasons.
She began to mingle amongst the dance floor, hoping someone would ask her to dance. She knew that would make Sebastian crazed with jealousy, but Claire pursued the issue more and more, until Sebastian came to her side. He grabbed a hold of her and embraced her in his arms while dancing.
She could feel the anger from his touch, and she knew to give in; the game they had been playing with one another.
Sebastian knew she would flirt with others to get his attention, so he'd played along, knowing one day Claire would be his eternally.
"Nothing will stand in my way of getting what's rightfully mine, he said to himself!"
Claire loved to toy with his emotions, Always managed to get herself into some kind of situation, even if she was at fault or not.
So one night she called Sebastian on the phone, "Oh Sebastian come quick, I need your help!"
Once again , Sebastian knew she was playing one of her games, like she did in the past.
Sebastian came busting through the entrance of her dwelling, he kneeled down beside her, where her fleshed body was unclothed.
He knew what she was about to say, "Sebastian my darling it was awful", with this horrifying look upon her face. This man had followed me home and forced himself upon me, started to scream; and he had run off into the woods. "I was so frightened, Claire explained."
Sebastian just looked at her, he felt no remorse for her, and he wasn't going to allow her to manipulate him once again; like she always done.
This time Claire wasn't playing nor less acting, "Sebastian, there really was an intruder here with me", she said repeatedly.