In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
It was raining ferociously. I didn't think it would rain today of all days, especially since our entire trip thus far had been filled with sun and airy days; though it was getting colder and the winter hadn't necessarily made way for the spring yet even though the weather was frequently stating that it was. But that was to be expected of a state such as Washington but I had wished, it would have at least held off until we were finished eating and had returned to the car.
The downpour was so much the pattering sounds of the droplets hitting the encased glass rough almost masked the sounds of the subtle music and patrons dining in the exclusive space with us.
Andrew and I had planned a dinner out at this popular spot that was all the rave over social media, most of it had to do with its aesthetic atmosphere and I would not lie and say that I was expecting it to be a complete fluke—nothing short of a photo opportunity for attention-deprived media influencers but I had eaten my words the moment I had stepped into the venue with my best friend.
The place was captivating. It was named Solitude. A fitting name for the way it separated itself from the main streets and commotion of the vibrant city it was nestled into.
My eyes widened once I saw the setting and tone of the restaurant. The almost greenhouse-like area was spacious enough to provide an ample amount of windows that showcased the forest-like backdrop; though encased in many falling raindrops around us, the string fairy lights carried the darkening ambiance to another level.
Like a hidden fortress away from everything.
I was glad Andrew brought me here, though I would be careful not to let him in on much of my excitement in fear of him teasing me regarding it.
"You know it's okay to enjoy yourself even when you complained the entire drive here." Andrew taunted as he pulled his glass of wine to his lips, studying the look on my face intricately as if he were waiting for me to cave in at this very moment.
I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction!
I huffed turning my cheek the other way as I pretended to fix my hair—the same hair I had neatly pulled up into a bun. My mauve-colored passion twist braids I had been rocking since the beginning of this long cross-country road trip we had been taking, were the only guarantee I wouldn't have to deal with my hair for the time we were on vacation. Though I'm glad I choose this style it went perfectly with the dress I decided to wear this evening.
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I was never the one to consider myself a fashion icon, after all, I could barely manage to match clothing pieces on a good day. But it wasn't hard putting on this Iris purple woven satin gown with a class cowl neckline, and slender rolled straps. It did well to hug my naturally slender figure and was a bit daring with straps that crisscross atop the backless bodice. To add to that particular danger, a large split to the skirt of the dress revealed a partial leg view.
