Sienna Galeon
To the wake of early morning where the sun shines through the opened curtains, colors of orange and pink from the rising sun lights the room. A coolness to the bedroom air sets a comfortable warmth when hugging the blankets around me to warm me up in a cocoon. I've been awake for some time now, staring up at the ceiling, hearing the air conditioning coming through the vents. A soft humming noise settles in this quiet place in bed with Nico beside me, shoulder to shoulder.
I've forgot to undress last night, so I am still in my dress from yesterday.
Good thing I didn't still wear my heels in bed but honestly I probably wouldn't have realized if I did or not because I was so worried for Nicolai and was so focused on him when he got into bed.
Another day, another way to spend with him. After yesterday I have come to realize It didn't matter if this wedding was formal or not. If I am not getting a wedding dress of my dreams or even flowers...
Just the two of us signing papers of his contract and our marriage licenses is good enough.
I wonder if he realizes that I've given up alot for him already. Honestly, I am a little hurt...
Because I don't know if he actually would give up anything for me in return, not that he hasn't yet but I doubt it.
To me marriage is a give or take situation. Or at least negotiate what would be given or taken in regards of said situation.
Maybe I am just flawed in a way that I can't help it. Like right now as I slowly get out of bed without waking Nico up to get ready and give him what he needs, breakfast.
I go to the bathroom to change and brush my teeth for the day. A simple cute low riding denim jeans that flares on the ends, matching it with a deep magenta blouse that buttons up and it has long sleeves. Black boots with a zipper on the sides of them, I zip it up and pull the flare jeans over it. I choose a foundation that actually matches my skin tone when I got it yesterday when shopping. A red and pink tint highlighter on my upper cheekbones, matte nude lips--and dark mascara. Deciding to blush my nose to give it a little cuteness, and a color that sort of matches my shirt with eye shadow.
My hair is brushed and flowing behind my back when I give one last glance from my backside, I leave the bathroom--but not forgetting deodorant...gosh can't forget that.
Making my way to the bedroom door I sneak a glance over to the bed, Nico is still asleep. It's still early morning around 5a.m.
Walking down the stairs everything seems un-alive here. Not a soul in sight, no maids nor guards.
But I thought to soon when I get to the kitchen and see two people and one guard.
They all stop what they were doing and look up at me, "Miss Galeon." A lady nods towards me in acknowledgment.
Nodding in return, "I am just here to make Nicolai breakfast."
She looks at me weird, like shes in disbelief if I ever bet money on ones expression such as hers, "you? Make Master food? Isn't that our job, Miss."
"Yes but I would like to make him breakfast this morning. If its not a bother?" I ask, uneasy.
All of them look at me as if I am lost-or lost out of my mind...that could be possible.
I've learned to cook ever since I was little. Greta is to thank for that, she always told me that making a home cooked meal for a man is the secret to his heart.
So I am taking that advise.
"So if you could tell me what he likes I will be more than willing to get started." I say, feeling really spontaneous.
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