Love, Paris | ✔️

Chapter 18

Going home and seeing your family from a month long vacation were supposed to be warm and jolly feeling. But for Paris, she felt uneasy, afraid and perhaps doubtful. She did not know the reason why he had felt it.

Well, actually there was nothing she could be afraid of, considering that she knew that Dave would be arriving a week from now. Why not she enjoy first the moment of being back in England.

By just thinking of the thought of it, she felt giddy and excited seeing her parents. And also Marco! She have lots and lots of topic to share with Marco and to her family too.

Her flight has been smooth. She left the apartment on the earliest hour of the morning. She did not even wake Isaiah up. He might be having hang over because of last night. He did drop her in their flat and went somewhere afterwards, probably had a drink.

Her parents did not fetch at the airport because they were preparing for her arrival. As if she had been gone for so long. Well, it's her parents and nothing could stop them from it.

And once again, hello Cornwall.

"Paris! Paris!" a voice loudly called, coming from a woman who went to her, running and extending her arms.

"Paris! Oh my goodness!" Grandmother. "Look how you've grown!"

Paris chuckled at her grandmother's comment. She, then, gave her a warmest hug. Gosh, she did not even notice how much she misses them until now.

"Gram, you're exaggerating but still I miss you," she said.

"Of course, how can one does not miss me? It's impossible." Her grandmother pulled herself from the hug and looked back to see her parents and her grandfather.

Paris walked towards them and gave each one a hug.

"Good to see you back, Paris," her mother said giving her a smile.

"Me too, mom," she replied.

"I see, you have been well in your stay in Paris," her father commented.

"I have lots of things to tell you about it dad," she beamed.

"Why not lets go inside for dinner?" her grandfather butted in, "We cannot afford to make the food less warm."

Everyone nodded and helped Paris carry her stuff.

The feeling of being at home is really different. But when she entered their house, she quite miss the apartment in Paris.

Is Isaiah still there? Have he eaten his dinner already?

Paris was taken aback by her chain of thoughts. She needed to stop thinking about him. She was going to live another life sooner. Not the past anymore.

Everything had ended between them.

Everything must.

Paris was blooming shock when she saw the food prepared by her parents. It was grand. They could feed the whole village. Now she is excited to satisfy herself with these food.

"You had celebrated the Bastille Day, haven't you?" her father opened up.

"Yes, I had. And I enjoyed it a lot," she replied as she gave them the best of her smile.

"It was kinda hard, wasn't it? Finding a place to stay, for example," her grandmother said, "It was the peak season of tourists visiting the city." Her grandmother pointed out the obvious. But until now, they had not known where did she stayed for a whole month .

Her grandfather looked at her. "Where did you stay, Paris?" He brought forth.

"Oh, about that," she said, putting her fork down, "I haven't spent even a single pound on the expenses of my stay."