Different Type of Love

14

Elodie

December 8, 1945

As I drive and Cecilia sits there looking pretty, I notice her messing with the dress.

"What's wrong? Do you not like it? The dress." I see her look at me in the corner of my eye. She simply chuckles.

"No, I do. It's wonderful. I just don't feel wonderful in it." She explains. I laugh. I see the embarrassment on her face so I check the rearview mirror. We're on an empty road so I pull over. "Huh?" I hear her utter under her breath.

"Do you want to talk?" I ask.

"About what?" 

"You." I begin.

Wha-"

"You being so insecure when you look the way you do."

"What do you mean 'when you look the way you do,'?" I see the hurt and anger in her eyes. They tighten as she turns to me.

"Calm down. I just mean last night I noticed you holding your stomach, like you have something to cover." I retorted. 

"Oh." I notice her loosen up. "You're so tiny, you're a model for heaven's sake. I just feel like... I don't know." She mumbled.

"And you're just as beautiful if not more. You're as thin as paper, even if you weren't so what? It's okay." I pull her in for a kiss. Instead of a quick one, she lingers, now with her hand on my face. I move back, breaking the kiss. She stays, now with her head down. She finally moves back in her seat with her arms crossed.

 I begin to drive off but a few seconds later she speaks once more. "Kiss me like you mean it." She mutters.

"Pardon me?" I turn to her.

"Kiss me like you mean it." She bemoaned.

"We are about to be there" I professed to her.

"I don't care." She utter before giving up.

"Where is there?" She scoffs. I ignore her unpleasant attitude and be as respectful as I can.

"A park. A beautiful one, with roses and a museum next to it." 

The rest of the car ride was silent. When we did arrive people were already there but so were my guards. One by one the exited the car they came in. I park the car, away from everybody so Cecilia and I have to walk the rest of then way which isn't too far.

"El." God I hate that name.

"Hm?"

"Last night. I'm sorry if I pressured or forced you to do anything you didn't want to do." She apologized.

"You're persistent but never forceful. I'm not easily persuaded either." I expressed. "And what was all that about? In the car."

"I just meant you always move away. I just feel like I want something you don't."

"Which is?" I ask, taking a left past the museum and now cameras are beging flashed in our faces.

"Forget it." She says through a fake smile. Every turn I take, a camera if not all of them goes off.

"We'll talk about it later, amore." I say through smiling teeth.

At this point, the cameras are blinding me. I see the interviewer through the crowd as he walks towards us.

"Good morning, ladies! How are you today? Good? Great." He chanted before either of us are able to get a word out. We all walk over to a picnic table with a shade structure above. We take as seat as cameras still flash behind us.