I never thought that I'd think a person was refreshing, and I'm not talking about that, 'I just took a drink of cold water after playing outside all day long' type of refreshing.
I'm talking about the feeling of fresh bedroom sheets that hug you in...
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Joliè's pov
"Quand vas-tu lui parler, ma chère?"
(When will you go speak to her, my dear?)
"Je suis en train de m'y rendre. Je suis très nerveux, mon père. Et si elle refuse?"
(I am on my way there now. I'm very nervous, Father. What if she refuses?)
"Quelle que soit la réponse, vous devez l'accepter. Si cela en vaut la peine, vous prendrez le temps d'attendre. Quoi qu'il en soit, je te souhaite la meilleure issue possible, ma chère fille."
(Whatever the answer, you must accept it. If it's worth it, you'll take the time to wait. In any case, I wish you the best possible outcome, my dear girl.)
"Merci papa, je te parlerai demain et je te dirai ce qui s'est passé. Dis bonjour à maman de ma part."
(Thanks Father, I will talk to you tomorrow and tell you what happened. Say hi to Mom for me.)
"Bien sûr, passez une bonne journée, ma chère. Je t'aime."
(Of course, have a nice day, dear. I love you.)
"Bonne nuit papa, je t'aime aussi."
(Good night daddy, I love you too.)
When I finished speaking with my Father, I pulled up to the curb and took a moment to stare at the house. Typically, I do not feel that many nerves, but today of all days, is when I am feeling them so intensely. It's almost like the moment you are at the top of a tall ride, waiting to be brought down.
Only, the pressure just kept building.
I attempted to slow down my heartbeat with a large breath before climbing out of the car and moving forward to the condo. If I am moving, there is no time to stop and have any fear about it.
I do not give myself a moment to think about it anymore and lift my hand to knock on the door. Just as quickly as I knock, my hands are back to my stomach smoothing out my tank top to ensure I am not showing too much skin.
The last thing I want is to look like I am trying too hard.
It only takes twenty-two seconds for the door to open, revealing Ms. Martin's surprise in her features upon spotting me.
"Oh, Joliè! Ashton and Daja just left? Were they supposed to wait here for you?" She asks as she opens the door a bit wider.
Smiling, I shake my head, "Good morning Ms. Martin. No, erm, I have come to speak with you. Do you mind if I could have a moment of your time? It will only take a few minutes."
