The Don's Wife

12 | Second Lesson

After the eventful night I woke up to dozens of missed calls from Natalia. Without giving it a thought I proceed to silent her calls.

I checked my schedule and turns out I don't have that much to do today, only a couple of errands and– the damn dance lesson. Just thinking about it made my head ache and I didn't even drink last night. After I finished all of my routine and tasks, I made my way to the library.

She better be on time.

But wouldn't it be better if she's late, so I would have a reason to ditch? The thought never crossed my mind at the time.

Upon entering the room I found Rosalind already sitting on the chair by the window, laying her head with her face down on the small round table with the already prepared macarons and tea. Seeing her lack of awareness to my entrance, she's probably asleep.

Is this my chance to skip?

Leaving the room was the first thing that came to mind, but my legs betrayed my thoughts. Instead of leaving, I approached her. Even though I made sure my steps echoed across the room, there's still no reaction from her whatsoever.

Now standing near her, I cleared my throat hoping that would wake her up, yet still nothing.

"Hey, wake up." I lightly shook her arm. But instead of waking up she only hummed while turning her head, showing her side profile.

Unbelievable.

How I envy ones that could sleep like a log. Unlike myself, with just a distant clatter I would've been wide awake.

I gave up on my attempt and sat myself across her. As I poured myself a cup of tea, my gaze unknowingly fell on the sleeping beauty in front of me.

With the sunlight cascading onto her with its warm colors, it sets her hair and lashes aglow in golden hues. It was quite an angelic view, almost as if she's some ethereal being.

Even though I couldn't stand her, I do acknowledge her beauty. For such beauty, I believe only occurs once in a blue moon.

Not in any way complimenting. For I've merely never met a woman looked as fragile as a flower, yet with eyes that never wavers nor fears.

A woman whose voice is calm and gentle, yet downright assertive in wording her thoughts.

And a woman who could serve the kindest smile, yet other times the coldest.

I noticed a stir in her movements, she finally opened her eyes and blinked a few times to adjust. I casually grabbed a macaron and took a bite while watching her collect herself.

Hm.. Hazelnut. Not bad.

Still unaware of my presence, she sat herself up and rubbed her eyes. It reminded me of a bunny somehow.

Cute.

I meant the bunny.

"You sure are getting better at baking." I teased, taking another bite of the hazelnut delight.

"Oh thanks, Jamie." She answered dazedly.

Jamie?