More Than What We See ✔ (Lesbian Story GxG)

Part 21

Elizabeth's driver dropped the four women off at the entrance of The Pierre Hotel. They followed her to the elevator. Patricia stood quietly in the back, her hand still gripping the painting. She couldn't believe that Elliot was the little girl she had played with as a child. But, now that she thought back to that point in time, how could she have missed those same mesmerizing blue eyes? According to what Sophia had told her, Elliot was still unaware that she had even painted the picture.

Patricia's hand began to tremble and her heart beat raced as the elevator doors finally slid open. She took a deep breath and followed the women out, her nerves slightly calmed as she heard the giggles from Sofia and Clara. Her attention drew to the bickering of the two gray haired women. "What have you done now?" The woman whose back was to her asked Elizabeth, "You're always meddling where you shouldn't you old bat." Patricia was taken aback a bit as Elizabeth stood there taking the scolding from the other woman.

"Shut up Análise, you're always coddling the poor girl, besides, someone has to make sure my baby is happy." Elizabeth waved the other woman off. "Where is she?"

"She's in her room," Análise answered before walking away. "You girls hungry?" She called over her shoulder. Sofia and Clara wasted no time in following Análise presumably to the kitchen. Patricia stayed put, her eyes roamed the high ceilings of the room she was standing in.

"Why don't you go ahead," Elizabeth's soft tone pulled her from her gazing. "Just follow the stairs." She pointed to the large staircase across the room. "Her room will be through the large double doors on the left. I'll go see what the others are up to."

Patricia ascended the stairs nervously, the second floor was as enormous as the one she had just left. To her far right, was an elevator door. Mild lighting, expertly installed, shone on the paintings, statues and other items in the large glass cases, like an extravagant museum collection.

She turned to the left, the walls around that side of the room were filled with rows of books stacked from floor to ceiling. In the center of it all, sat a cozy set of large leather chairs in front of an empty fireplace that blended into the surrounding decor.

Patricia's eyes landed on the double doors at the end of the room, her heart once again began beating against her chest. As she inched closer, a beautiful melody could be heard in the distance. The beautiful notes grew louder as she walked closer to the opened door. Her breathing faltered as her knees weakened at the image before her. Patricia leaned gently against the doorframe for support and simply watched.

Elliot closed her eyes and tilted her head down as if savoring each note of the ivory keys. This piece had been her mother's favorite. It had taken Elliot nearly a year to perfect it, and it had been too long since she had sat down and played it.

Elliot's mind drifted back to her childhood, sitting beside her mother, mimicking her motions, watching her fingers dance gracefully over the keys. She recalled how her father would hold her in his arms, allowing her to peek into the housing of the baby grand, being fascinated by the rapid movement of the felt covered hammers as they tapped on taut strings.

Elliot's long fingers followed the same path her mothers did... those many years ago. The vibration that each single string created, forming into a melody filling her empty soul, bringing a serene smile to her face with the final note.

"That was beautiful," Patricia said from the doorway. "What's it called?"

Elliot frowned at the blonde standing in the doorway, as she closed the lid over the keys, stood and walked to the terrace doors. "It's called 'Because I love You' by Yiruma, it was my mother's favorite," she said refusing to face Patricia. "What are you doing here?" She asked, not sure she wanted an explanation.