Love, Paris | ✔️

Chapter 15

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Dear Dave Samuels,

The wedding preparations shall wait till I come home. Do not worry for it will be attended and arranged with no hassle.

Unless you wanted it to be arranged by you. Haha. Just kidding you know.

Anyway, I always keep on reminding myself that our marriage will be purely on business.

But what if I will have feelings for you? What if I will fall for you? Will we have a divorce? You don't want me falling to you right?

Do not fret! Goodness gracious. I was just jesting.

These are just figments of my imagination.

Love,
Paris

P.s. I have only one request on our engagement and on our wedding day, let there be ice cream.

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Gloomy days are days not appropriate to roam and to wander around Paris.

Since, the both them, Isaiah and her, decided to just stay in the flat during gloomy days, Paris would just probably do her reports and would check her messages. She did not know what would Isaiah do, but she was guessing he will just stay inside their flat because he hasn't woken up yet. He might be probably cuddling with his sheets and pillows.

Bastille Day feast celebration was almost at end and her vacation would be, sad to say, almost over. She will be leaving Paris and be back to Cornwall. She will be no longer Paris Morgan, by next month, she will be Paris Morgan-Samuels.

Paris Morgan-Samuels.

It would be much better if Paris Morgan-Thompson.

Paris Morgan-Thompson.

Paris shook her head and giggled quite loudly on the thoughts occupying her head. She still cannot believe that ,slowly and silently, she had fallen in love with the playful and witty Isaiah Thompson. She could not help it. It was like something she wasn't aware of its presence before but when she had acknowledged it now, it engulfed her fully.

Paris was afraid, of course who wouldn't? She never felt like this way before even in Marco. She liked Marco a lot but it was different when it comes to Isaiah. She was not sure what would Marco say if she would tell him that she is in love with his friend. Surely he would be shock or surprised or he would again mock her. She would never miss telling him her news whenever she arrives home. He'll be the first one to know it.

Isaiah might be probably awake right now since she heard footsteps coming from his room. Lately, she and Isaiah were pulling pranks to each other. More likely, Isaiah is the only one successful in putting pranks on her. Paris glanced around trying to search for something useful for her prank to Isaiah. What could be a possible thing that could be simple, unusual and most of unpredictable that could be used in her prank?

Salt and Sugar.

Paris devilishly smiled to herself. How could she not thought of it before? She knew that Isaiah makes his coffee after waking up. So this would be the right time to pull prank on him. Quickly, she did interchange the labels of the containers. When she heard his door opened, she fixed herself, breathed in and out, put a stoic face and innocently sitting with a cup of coffee in her hands. Showtime!

"Good morning, pumpkin," Isaiah greeted her while rubbing one of his eyes.

Paris just stared at him, assessing his looks. Did he always look like this? Hot and delectable? With his disheveled hair, crumpled tee and most of all his bedroom voice. She immediately grabbed her cup and sipped from it to hide her smile.