Vanilla Chaos

Chapter 10: Chocolate

"Heidi, Heidi!" I recognised the bouncy and young voice which accompanied the banging on the bedroom door. "Dominique? What time is it?" I stumbled out of the black silky sheets. I was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts that showed my bum so I grabbed my dressing gown out of my bag and threw it over my shoulders.

Nicki was at the door when I opened it, she had a pink shoe box in her hands, "It's just after ten. What size shoe are you? I was going to throw these away, but they're in perfect condition and they're gorgeous. I just don't fit in them, anymore."

"I'm a UK size 5, sorry, I don't know what European size I am."

"It's alright, they're an EU 38, it says the British size on the bottom the shoes, too. I think that's a size 5." She handed me the box, "Just leave them on the dresser if they don't fit, Papa went to the shop earlier, so we have some great stuff for breakfast... Well, more like brunch, now, but I'm not exactly an early riser, so don't worry. I'll see you in bit, Heidi."

The redhead was long gone down the stairs. I had to say, her hair looked nice, today. It was in a long, chic, high pony-tail. I didn't have a clue how her hair was so long. Actually, now that I thought about it, she had probably never dyed it once, and my shade of blood red was super hard to maintain.

The shoes were stunning, and my size, there was just one problem: they were high heels. High heels. Granted, they were ankle boots in a lovely lacey shortbread colour, and the heel was a nice wide block and wasn't too tall, but I had never worn anything other than flat shoes in my life. My entire life. Plus, I doubted I would even have anything to wear with them.

Never the less, I had a root around in my bag and found something semi-appropriate - some black jeans and a beige sweater. I got changed, but I doubted I would be able to pull this look off. I put on some fuzzy grey socks, and then slowly slid a boot onto my foot, it fit perfectly. I put on the other one and then tied them both in a double knot. Surprisingly, they weren't that hard to walk in, and they made me feel absolutely amazing. My legs and just my general body looked so much taller and thinner. I really liked them, I would have to thank Nicki as soon as I got downstairs.

I put on some concealer under my eyes, some mascara and some pale face powder - just some basic make-up, because cosmetics can only fix an ugly face, not an ugly heart. I felt terrific that morning, I was in a beautiful place, with beautiful shoes, and the best part, my beautiful boyfriend. As for my hair, I just brushed it. Who even cared? Not me!

I noticed something on the dresser, a round yellow bottle, I picked it up and read it. 'Citron Dimanche', I didn't have a clue what that meant, but it sounded pleasant. It was perfume. I knew I shouldn't have worn it, it wasn't mine, but a single spritz wouldn't hurt, would it? It smelt delicious; all fruity and lemony. I placed it back and the light coloured dressing table.

The room's carpet was the colour of milk chocolate, the walls the colour of creamy white chocolate, and the freshly-washed bed-sheets were like dark Brazillian cocoa beans. There was a single large window in this long, thin, rectangular room, it was behind the double bed, and you could see the tops of buildings. I was so high up, but that was the way I liked it, just a mere reflection of how on top of the world I felt.

I grabbed the coffee cup from my bedside table, it was the nice thing to do to take it down, I just got here, I wasn't ready to start making messes in somebody else's home, just yet. That had been a wonderful beverage. I had a weakness for all types of chocolate, and I even thought she added a hint of orange to it, either way, I had something else to thank Nicki for.

"Good morning, Heidi!" Marseille greeted me, "You slept well, yes?"

"Yes, I did, thank-you, Marseille. The bedroom is wonderful." I strolled to the kitchen area, enjoying the satisfying click-clack of my shoes. Nicki was playing some sort of Japanese dating simulator game on her laptop at the breakfast bar.