Arranged to be Yours

Chapter 6

Classy, modern, elegant. If I had to describe the interior of the house in just three words then that would be it. Oh, and breathtaking works too. Leather couches, feathery soft rugs, paintings that conveyed in them layers of brushstrokes and colours that you could get lost in for hours, wooden floorboards, sleek and modern lights hanging from the ceiling, marble countertops and the list goes on. It was more over the top than I would've liked, but at leas the colours were quite neutral, which made me happy. Not gloomy and black, but shades of light crème and soft browns. A nice selection, honestly, and if I had to tell the truth then I'd have to admit that it was indeed beautiful. Lavish, but beautiful.

Adrien gently set me down once we'd entered the house before he turned to lock the door, an action that made me curve my lips up in a half smile. I did the same thing when I still lived alone in my house. Just because you live in a safe neighbourhood doesn't mean you can assume you will always be safe and protected. Often times, those who let their guard down in such instances were the ones who regretted it the most. Interesting to note that he seemed to believe in the same philosophy, considering that all of my friends thought me to be completely paranoid. What they didn't understand was that it wasn't paranoia as much as it was caution. But what do I know, right?

"So, uhm...what do you..? I mean, do you want..? Urgh..." Adrien stumbled over his words before muttering to himself under his breath, "Why does this have to be so difficult?"

He sure is nervous about something, but what that was seemed beyond me, so I placed a hesitant hand on his arm to give him some sort of comfort which caused him to meet my gaze.

"What's wrong? Whatever it is, you can just tell me." My voice was soft, understanding to whatever he was struggling with.

Adrien glanced at the ceiling, as if looking for the right words to say, or perhaps to muster up his courage, before he seemed to come to a decision and pinned me to the spot with his caramel doe eyes.

"I know this is awkward to say the least, but we have to figure out sleeping arrangements."

Well, it seems like when he got flustered, he got blunt too. Very boldly stated. Mind you, a slight pink was dusting his cheeks as he quickly looked down at the hardwood floor, awaiting my response in silence. Cute. But he was right.

We didn't marry for love, but for business purposes. We only learned each other's names a few hours ago, so I would not share a bed with him. That's final. But, I reckon it made him a gentleman for asking.

"Well, this house is a mansion, as we can clearly see, so I am certain it has a few spare bedrooms apart from the main bedroom. I'll stay in one of the spare bedrooms, don't worry. You can have the master bedroom."

He released a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing a bit. That settled it then. So we both ended up climbing the stairs and as soon as we reached to second floor, it was revealed that I was indeed correct. Directly to our right was the master bedroom, but down the hallway to our left were at least six doors that led to rooms so luxurious that they should have been in a hotel.

I bid Adrien goodnight and watched him disappear into the bedroom before stalking down the hall, looking for a room, before familiar curtains caught my eye in one of them. Curious, I entered before my jaw dropped in utter disbelief.

It was my room. Literally. It was an exact replica of what my room looked like at my house.

The dusty rose chiffon curtains billowed slightly from the crisp breeze that blew in from the open windows. My matching rose coloured sheets and pillows were arranged expertly on the bed and above the bed was the painting of the brown piano that I adored so much. My vanity table with the mirror and bedside table with the golden lampshade, literally everything, even the photo's and bookcase full of my favourite novels, were there. It matched to a tee. The question that remained, how? How on this earth was this even possible?