Not two weeks after I was gone, she disappeared from everyone. I decided to text her at night and she seemed...elusive. Her detailed answers became nothing but emojis though they always had a smile or heart in them. I am relieved she wanted me to take her. I deduced that she might want to meet face to face to really talk about anything of note. I make arrangements for pickup for escort the London Grand Dame Holiday Party.
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I rent a car and driver to pick up her up. Bentleys are all about comfort.
She comes out in an outfit that looks very formal, almost regal. Her hair is up, she has an overlay that gives her quite the sparkle, almost wintry. But the look in her eyes is different.
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"Henry."
I give a half bow and help her into the car, waving off the driver. What was that? What is going on?
Minutes into our trip, I see a car, a dark one. "Darling?"
"Hmm?"
"We're being followed," I exhale. "Probably paparazzi—" I signal our driver to tell him to try to lose them.
"No, relax, Henry," she touches my hand. "They're with me."
"With you?"
Her eyes lower. "I wasn't sure you'd come."
I turn to her. "I wouldn't do that to you."
"I'm sorry, Henry." She looks out of the window.
"Darling?" I needed to know.
She turns her head promptly, her expression attentive. "Yes?"
I close the privacy door between us and the driver. "What's going on?"
"Hen—"
"Something has changed, I know you well enough to know so don't deny it."
She exhales a small chuckle and covers my hand. "I love you."
Why that made me uncomfortable, I didn't know. "I love you."
She leans on me and I can feel her distraction, her concern. I put an arm around her, and realize this is a matter of time now, whatever it is.
