Raise Your Heart

Chapter 14

Luxurious. Opulent. Sumptuous. Extravagant. There were many more adjectives, all describing the same thing. Expensive. That was the sum of her room. Her new room. Her prison cell.

At least the room wasn't pink. That would have had her trying to escape harder. Well, escape at all. She hadn't tried...yet. How could she?

Taking in the dream come true room--any person would drool over--she couldn't deny the gorgeous silver-gray paneled walls were the perfect color. Calming. The duvet on the bed matched everything to near perfection. Running her hand over the fabric, it felt like satin. Probably was with its rich corded trim and decorative ruched inserts. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven and eight. Eight pillows. Two, encased in gray satin, for sleeping on, and six, in elegant patterns, for decoration. She couldn't lie, it looked more than comfy. The bed was calling to her. She couldn't and wouldn't jump on the thing. This wasn't a vacation.

Still, the splendor didn't end at the bed. The room boasted all the furniture one would need to live comfortably. Night stands were placed on either side of the bed with silver lamps, along with additional overhead reading lights. There was a secretary placed for one's writing pleasure, and oversized white, leather chair with ottoman for one's reading pleasure. Sliding glass doors with sweeping drapery invited one to the terrace where a small bistro set was placed. And, finally, an ornate mystery door with hand-painted gold trim stood at the ready.

The door intrigued her the most. Where would it lead? Trinity tsked. And she should care why? Dante didn't even have the decency to show her to her room. A maid did. And she wasn't even the one Trinity met three months ago. It was a different young lady around her own age. Why did he have such young maids? Did he sleep with them?

Trinity blinked. Since when did she care what Dante did, or anyone for that matter? She wasn't thinking straight. She needed to get it together. Yet, her mind wouldn't allow it. Instead, she stayed with her irritation and bravely turned the glass knob of the mystery door.

Her heart stopped. This was an all white dressing room closet thing. She'd never seen one before, except in movies. A large white island with numerous drawers and black marble countertop rested in the center of the room. On one wall was floor to ceiling mirrors, another racks for shoes with the remaining two walls for clothes and accessories. To top off this grandeur, a large crystal chandelier hung illuminated brilliant white. The space was completely empty, waiting to be filled.

Trinity let her feet sink into the carpet as her fingertips trailed over the white cedar shelves. She came to the mirrors and stared back at herself. Her hair used to be so long. Now it was short and wavy, framing her face in an attractive manner. As much as she liked it this way, she planned to grow it out again.

Tilting her head, she turned sideways. She was three months pregnant, soon to be going on four. Yet she looked...the same. Still quite thin. To be expected for how little she ate these days from all the nausea. How strange to have something so monumental happening within, yet not discernable from without. At least not yet. There was still time to rid herself of it. She read the pamphlet over.

Trinity smoothed her hands over her stomach. Dante didn't need to know she already made up her mind. There was no way she was getting rid of their child. The idea of becoming a mother wasn't really all that scary. Not as much as it first felt a few hours ago. During the flight, she thought about it all. Thought hard.

It was a bit surprising to herself that the prospect of becoming a mother made her...happy. Even with having an absent mother herself. She would be nothing like her mother. She knew how she would love this child. She knew she would provide. Always be there. Never leave at the drop of a hat. She would bake cookies and plan outings. She would plan birthday parties and celebrate all of the holidays. A small smile started to lift her lips. She was going to be the best mom. Just her and her child.